#all of my irl friends immediately were like 'FUCK WHO GAVE THAT WHY'

[bluegiragi]

I hate to ask this cause it feels stupid but I dont wanna do a bunch of research on whatever the recent cod mw fandom discourse is,

but I saw the reblog of someone accusing you of supporting people who write sexualized pedophilia and that really is personally my only """"moral"""" with nsfw shit, (I'm a patreon subscriber and ig I just wanna know where my money's going) is THAT true?

i used to follow an artist who, 5-6 months ago made racist art featuring gaz and soap in a slave context, which I didn't like, retweet or interact with in any way. they also made under-age art of ghost soap, which I also didn't interact with . people on twitter called me out yesterday, for retweeting (months before this incident) other art they'd made as evidence I stood by/encouraged/was an avid fan of all these tropes. The art I retweeted wasn't either of these previous examples of art, but one where ghost and soap were sleeping in a bed together, as adults, peacefully. I can't emphasise enough that I have not interacted with this artist at all, for over six months. The callout in question has framed me as a close friend of theirs when, in truth, our total timeline of interactions could probably be counted on one hand, and I haven't interacted with her in so long that I genuinely forgot I was still following her.

The crux of all is this is that I did not unfollow + block this artist earlier on when the racist art was posted months ago, and then I retweeted a fic tagged with "non-con" (ghost gets soap off in a context where he can't really properly consent, they're in front of a crowd of strangers and they have to fuck, but both parties are into each other) written by a friend as I wanted to support their writing.

The pedophile claims are because I retweeted a fandom bingo post that defended loli-con without reading all the squares properly, and then immediately un-retweeted it when I properly read it. All in all, the post was on my account for maybe a few minutes.

The zoophile claims are because people say i support someone who wrote zoophilic fic and called people slurs, and I genuinely don't know who they're talking about there.

The anti-asian racism claims come from the original accusers in the callout thread thinking that I made Horangi's eyes in the monster!AU sensitive as a way of making fun of Asian eyes. The real reason is because he's a cat hybrid in that AU and cats are sensitive to light.

I tried addressing all this in a casual way earlier on in a misguided attempt to sort things out more 'civilly', and responded to an ask talking about my "support" for the artist who drew the slave Gaz art by saying the fanart in question was tone deaf and in poor taste. It wasn't enough for some people, so I'm happy to say it clearly- yes, it was racist, and the reason why I didn't want to be more aggressive is because I didn't want to extend all this mess by throwing this artist directly to the wolves - I genuinely believed them at the time when they said that wasn't that their intention, and think they should've deleted the post at the time, but not unfollowing was a decision that I made. I know now upon reflection that it was naive of me, unwarranted and frankly irresponsible to take a stranger at face value and believe they had good intentions, when the act of not deleting the post in question was evidence of a lack in remorse. In the moment, I'd thought back to my own personal experience with a friend of mine who used an asian slur in my company, who later sincerely apologised and legitimately cleaned up his act after I gave him a second chance. It informed my choice to not unfollow at the time, but there's a difference between someone you know irl for months and a stranger on the internet you've interacted with a few times. I shouldn't have coddled them in my response, and I'm sorry for not treating it with the severity it deserved. It was callous, and stupid, and indicative of internal biases that I ever thought it was a light enough offence to "see through", and I deeply deeply apologise. I promise from the bottom of my heart to do better.

That's everything so far. I didn't unfollow an artist when I absolutely should've, which i'll always strongly regret. I also retweeted a properly-tagged fic on my clearly 18+ nsfw account. I've undone both of those actions now. I hope this can be the end of it.

[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Twelve

( Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller x F!Reader )

ORGASM DENIAL/CONTROL / LINGERIE / ROLE REVERSAL

Summary: After his kindness the other week, you think Will deserves a little treat.

Day twelve of @absurdthirst's Kinktober prompts list.

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Mentions trying on clothes, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.4k

You were never one for shopping, everything was easier online.

A Saturday spent going shop to shop, fighting against the flocks of people doing the same with sounded like a weekend you’d rather forget, yet here you were. Your friend had dragged you out, mostly because she wanted to see you, secretly to get the gossip on what was happening with you and those guys from fight night.

Your lips were mostly sealed and what you did give her wasn’t nearly as juicy enough.

She was carrying a few bags whilst you were leaving empty handed, everything you tried on either felt weird or looked weird or both. This is why you preferred trying stuff on at home, without the unflattering mirrors, poorly lit changing rooms or the shop assistant knocking on the door to see if you were alright.

Until you caught something out of the corner of your eye.

She carried on ahead of you, only realising you’d ground to a halt when you didn’t reply.

“I haven’t seen you look at something like that since Santiago.”

“Huh?”

She chortled, “You look so cute when you’re confused.”

Standing next to each other, you gazed at the mannequin in the shop window. You never remembered a lingerie shop being here before though it gave that vibe of not just selling ridiculously pretty under garments.

“Why don’t you try it on?”

“I’ll just get it on—“

“This is not the kind of thing you order online,” she folded her arms, “trust me.”

You bring your attention back, biting the inside of your lip.

She sighed and grabbed your hand with a python like grip.

“Come one,” she hauled you towards the doors.

“Nooooo.”

You immediately gravitated towards the set you admired in the window, fingers flicking to find your size and just as you gave up hope, a shop assistant approached. She was mostly harmless and actually good at her job. When she asked what size you were looking for, you blanked, and she smiled and said she’d measure you up. Now you found yourself stood in a velvet walled changing room with matching furniture, twiddling your thumbs, waiting for her to come back with your size.

The knock made you flinched.

Opening the door, she slipped in and handed you the pieces.

“I didn’t know which bottom you’d like so I brought all three.”

“There’s three different types?”

She hummed, “You’ve got my personal favourite, the high waisted knicker. The thong which you know, always sells well and the crotchless. You wanted the garter too, right?”

You could only nod, the last option had thrown you.

Crotchless?

“Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll fix the bra straps.”

“Ok,” you say softly.

You could hear the conversation outside, your friend and the shop assistant making small talk at first - how was your day, where have you been, the usual until they started talking about you.

‘She’s not much of a shopper.’

‘Who is these days,’ the shop assistant says. ‘I much prefer online but this kind of stuff is risky, if you don’t know your size, it’s a lot of back and forth.’

‘That’s why I dragged her in here.’

‘I hope she likes it, that set will really accentuate her figure, it’ll look great on her.’

‘There’s definitely a few guys who’d love to see her in it.’

You wobble, bumping the door as you try to get a leg through the hole, too busy listening in on what they were saying.

“You ok?” Your friend queries.

“I’m fine, almost there.”

Closing your eyes, you take a few breaths before spinning on your heels, opening one eye. The image reflected had you instantly opening the other and your heart skips. You looked good, real fucking good. You exhale, pushing yourself up on the balls of your feet, imagining how you’d stand in heels. Clinging onto the plush walls, you turn to view the back and are equally as pleased.

All the boys would love this but you had one in mind.

—

You told Will you were going to freshen up about twenty minutes ago and you were surprised he hadn’t come to check on you.

The first five minutes was you, staring at the clean lines of the bag, a neat little bow sealing it shut. The next five was you gazing upon the set laid upon the black tissue it was once wrapped in, the emerald green colour rich. You spent the other ten minutes getting the damn thing on with delicate fingers, afraid that any brisk movement would ripped the mesh. When it was all on, you went to the mirror and adjusted your boobs just like the assistant showed you, it was the correct way apparently.

Back on the bed, you slipped on the stockings and hooked them into the garter before slipping on the pair of heels you hid in your weekend bag.

The nerves were starting to get to you, you wobble on your heels as you head to the mirror again. 

You didn’t get why you were so nervous, this was Will for fuck’s sake. You’re sure if you approached any of the boys in this lingerie, they’d fall to their hands and knees and worship you at your feet. Maybe that’s what it was, new territory, you were used to being the centre of attention but now, you were stepping into the spotlight.

You took a deep breath before checking yourself over one last time.

Heading to the door, you grabbed his robe from the hook and wrapped it around your frame. You step carefully, his robe gathered around your ankles as you go to find him.

He’s busying himself in the kitchen, back towards you.

You knew you could do this.

Treading carefully, you tiptoe to stop the clicking of your heel and hover behind him. You stretch your arms up, rubbing your hands before covering his eyes.

He drops the soapy dish in his hand.

“What have I told you about approaching us from behind?”

Not to do it, which hardly seemed fair because they did it all the time.

“I know, it’s jus—“

His other hand had snuck to your ass and he squeezed, a twitch in his brow as he felt the soft, thick fabric of his dressing gown.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

He gifts you another three squeezes.

You guide him away from the countertop and turned him round, still covering his eyes with your palms.

“Are they definitely closed?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

You part one set of fingers to make sure, he was never one for lying. Bringing your hands back, you read his features like always he was pokerface except for the slight curl in his lips, you’d peeked his interest.

Grabbing the tea towel, you dry his hand before taking them in his. Yours were always so velvety in comparison to his even after soaking in the water for as long as they had, he knew they were rough.

Leading the way, you tug lightly and walk him out the kitchen.

You thought you had planned this but as you turn your head, looking at the living room, you realise this isn’t going to work. You needed to sit him somewhere where he could see you in full view and where you could stand so he would see you from head to toe. It’s as if he heard your mind working.

“What are you thinking?”

“I want to sit you down but I need the space.”

“Bedroom?”

“Hmm, I wanted somewhere different.”

“How about the office?”

“You have an office?”

“Kind of,” he shrugs, “it’s where I keep all my books, there’s a nice leather chair if that’s what you’re after.”

You make a move.

You’re met with a small room, the walls ladened with books and military paraphernalia, photos that you can’t wait to have a proper look at. You escort him to the leather chair and he makes himself comfortable as you go to close the door.

He can hear the clicks on the wooden floor, feel the nervous energy.

“You ok?”

You hum.

“Can I open my eyes yet?”

“Yeah,” you say in a sigh.

There you were stood in his robe though his eyes did fall on your shoes. He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, hands hanging loosely together.

“Now you’re just teasing.”

Your head drops as you giggle, cheeks blushing. You bring your head back up and scoop your hair out of the back, shaking it out of your face.

“I know I am but,” you begin to undo the tie. “I wanted to see your face when I did this.”

Shrugging off his robe, it pools at the bottom of your feet.

You hear his breath as his eyes roam across every part of your body, those piercing blues bringing goosebumps to your skin. His tongue whips over his lips as one of his hands reaches for the back of his neck, he tips his head to one side. Leaning back, he takes another peek, forehead creasing as his eyebrows raised. 

“Fuck.”

His smile buried into his cheeks. He threw his hand to you after he rubbed his neck.

“Is this just for me?”

You bit your lip, “Yeah.”

His reaction was better than you could ever have hoped for.

The goosebumps had dispersed and left a prickly feeling that warmed your skin, the knot you felt in your belly releasing, your arousal burning in your loins.

He beckoned for you to come.

You walk with purpose, exaggerating your hips, stopping when your pointed toes scuff the chair. 

Rocking forward, Will smoothes his palms over your legs and up your ass, sweeping over your hips and waist. He extends his thumbs, brushing over your breasts, nipples growing under their mesh containment. Moving to your back, he edges you closer.

His breath teases your skin, whiskers tickling as he kisses along the band of your knickers.

You sigh, your nails scratching his scalp as the kisses intensified.

The strain in his pants was becoming unbearable, his cock stiffening underneath. With one hand, he undoes his buckle and pops the top button, pulling the zip to alleviate himself. He does nothing else, desperate to touch your skin.

He flattens his tongue and licks from one side of your body to the other.

Your juices dribble, dressing your folds.

When he offers you some relief, you climb onto his lap, knees pressed to his hips. You settle so you’re face to face and bring your lips to his, two swift kisses before you push on his mouth, drawing the air from his lungs. You catch his moan in your mouth as you slip your tongue in and dance with his.

His teeth sink into your bottom lip as he pulls back.

Cupping his hands over your breast, he thumbs at your nipple until it grows puffy. Freeing it from the delicate fabric, he takes it his mouth and suckles, tongue swiping up and down.

Your head falls back as a cry rises from your chest.

He releases it from his mouth with a pop before doing the same with the other. His fingers run in the middle of your breasts and down your stomach, over your knickers. Sliding over your mound, he expected to be greeted with more material containing you. He chuckles when your juices coat his digits.

Peeling himself away from you, he lifts his hips and yanks his pants and boxer enough to release his heavy cock.

Licking your fingertips, you catch his precum and spread it over his tip, a shiver jolting up his spine as he reclines. You line yourself up and drop your hips, taking him in your opening. Your walls pulse around his bright tip before you sink further into his lap. He gives a satisfied sigh as you take him to the hilt.

You roll your hips in the figure of eight.

“That’s it,” you coo as his head rests to the cushion.

Placing a hand on his chest and the other on his thigh, you lift yourself up before coming back down with a gasp. You revel in his every grunt, every moan as you steadily ride his cock, the wet smack as you bounce from bare skin.

You rode until your legs began to protest.

After another stroke, you collapsed onto his chest, your hand releasing his top.

He’s still inside you, cock twitching as your walls constricted around him. His movements were sluggish but he manages to bring a hand to your back. He strokes you up and down, allowing you to breath.

“Shall I help us finish?”

He looks at you, smiling softly.

You nod in agreement, sweat clinging to your hairline.

Placing his hand under your ass, you lean forward and let him lift your hips up and down. You whimper as your arms wrap tightly around his neck, your chin resting on top of his head.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll both be cumming soon.”

With the new angle, his cock nudges that sweet spot over and over and though he promises you’ll finish soon, you don’t know how much more you can take. His breath is hot against your shoulder, lips showering it with kisses. The blood pumping through your veins fast and loud, you can only just hear him whispering praises in your ear.

Then he holds you steady, tip still radiating in your walls.

You know what’s coming, your fingers bury into his shirt and your eyes snap shut.

He thrusts, shoving his cock into you sharply.

You both moan in unison before he slips out before continuing back and forth at a relentless pace. 

Even with your eyes closed, your seeing stars, that burn in your belly heightening as you let out a strangled cry. Your legs are vibrating as he pushes you to the edge and helps carry you through your orgasm. His cock is trapped in your pulsating walls and with a couple more strokes, he coated them.

Your body slack above him and he drops his hip for you to lay.

There’s shockwaves as you try to settle, his strokes on your legs not helping. You feel his heartbeat slow against your chest, his breaths less staggered as you bring your attention back to the room.

There’s a moment of blissful silence before Will speaks.

“Please tell me you’ve got more lingerie.”

[partyanimal167]

Dance with Me- Miguel x F!Reader

This total blurb got thrown together because I saw this beautiful art by @satoshiiarts (girl the way you drew him. the way i'd fold) and I needed to write something to calm this cat down so~

CW: fem reader, implied slight age gap, author knows some Spanish, hot fluff, afro Caribbean reader in mind

(A/N: before y'all get on my throat, I know bachata isn't Mexican, but New York irl is diverse so just follow me here and see the vision)

You somehow let your friend convince you to go out even though you worked the dinner shift. She made a good point saying that by the time you'd be off and arrived the clubs would be at it's peak vibes. You really just wanted to lay down and have a drink, but it had been awhile and even though you weren't going to a fete it would still be nice to let loose.

So you threw on that outfit that had been sitting in the back of your closet, grabbed your black mesh boots, took a shot for courage, and headed out.

There was a reggaeton-dancehall mash up when you and your friends arrived, and it immediately helped you relax. Your group found a spot to peek around--trying to decide on getting a drink or jumping on the floor. Drinks won, and first round was on you. Thankfully, the bar wasn't super crowded (no college kids), so it wasn't hard to get there. You two-stepped your way through, but accidentally bumped into someone who was reaching for their Modelo.

You gasped and placed your hand on the person's arm. "I'm so sorry! You didn't spill your drink, did you?" You absolutely hated when that happened--drunk people that needed to go home, but you were just a little clumsy tonight.

"Oh no need to worry."

Holy fuck. Holy fuck! Your brain short-circuited. You had to take a moment to breath, and prayed to God your eyes weren't bulging out of your head. The man was taller than you and gave you a soft smile despite the hard features. His cheeks were sharp. His eyes burned red. The gold of his earrings and necklace beamed when the club lights caught on it. The few gray hairs made your brain flash to dangerous places. The black dress shirt was filled, and you were so tempted to just steal a glance at whatever piece of chest you could get.

Say something! You giggled stupidly as your face was warming up, and you quickly turned to the bar hoping to have not looked like an idiot.

You shouted your order over the music to the bartender before patting your pants for your card. An arm reached passed you and placed a bill on the counter. "Here you go," the bartender took the money and went working on the drinks.

You tensed for a moment before turning and looking up at the man. Now he was grinning. "Uh, thank you so much." you smiled.

The man shrugged. "Here's your change, Miguel."

"No lo necesito." the man replied. You weren't sure what to say so you gave him your name. "Miguel, nice to meet you. Hanging out with your friends?"

Drinks starting getting placed in front of you. You nodded as you glanced at your friends who seemed to start feeling the music. "Yeah it's girls night."

The man raised his beer and winked. "Well have fun tonight, then chiquita." and he walked away.

Why is he leaving! You squeaked internally before grabbing the drinks ready to point out the man to your friends and get the night going.

...

You were feeling loose and happy. The night had taken a turn and the bachata mixes were starting up. Your friends were quick to partner up and get to stepping and swaying. You all moved throughout the floor, twirling before finding yourselves with a new partner and rhythm. It had taken you awhile to get to the point where you'd be okay dancing in public, but it had been in your blood and soon you embraced it. Most people kept it fun and light-hearted which was always nice.

You had found yourself alone for a moment and just as you were about to dance your way back to your seat, you felt a confident pull of your hips which had you leaning against someone's chest and a hand holding yours. They took the lead easily, and you took in how smoothly they stepped before spinning you and pulling your in close.

It took everything in you not to fumble your steps, but maybe the man noticed your bit of surprise and chuckle. "Is it okay if we dance?"

"Yes," you squeaked out.

Miguel grinned as he continued to move you around the floor. "Sorry, if I came across too forward. You just looked so good dancing. I wanted a turn." God, this man needed to stop talking. You were going to freeze up any moment if he kept going on with that voice of his. "I hope I'm a good enough partner for you bebita."

You laughed nervously and shook your head. "Oh more than adequate. I'm sure everyone wishes to switch places with me."

"Hmm, maybe the other way around. We probably look good out here."

"You certainly do." you replied with out thinking. "Oh wait, I-,"

"You flatter me." was all he said though you could tell he didn't necessarily disagree.

Soon enough, you got over your bit of nerves and continued dancing with the man. Though you would normally only dance with someone for a song or two, it quickly became three or four with Miguel. He was probably dancing just as long as you, and you were starting to get a little winded though you wouldn't let him escape again.

"Ah me olvidé, it's girl's night. Let me get you back to your friends, hermosa." the man paused by the wall and let go of your hands.

Not yet! You waved your hands. "I'm sure they're fine...unless you have someone you need to get back to then no worries!" you tripped over your words.

Miguel huffed a laugh and scratched the back of his head. "Eh not really. I came with my brother, but who knows where he is?" you both turned hearing your name called, and you saw your friends waving and whistling you on. Your face flared up. I'm going to kill them! The man could probably tell what was going on and smiled. "Hehe, go have fun tonight bebita and get home safe." he handed you a card before bringing the back of your hand to his lips and placing a kiss. "We'll dance again some other time."

Watching him walk away was only a little painful considering the view, but you silently cheered before going back to your girls to gush over the last hour.

You guessed it did pay to leave the house every now and then.

I actually wanna go dancing now that's crazy! But there's no Miguel for me to run into 😭😭😭😭

Thanks for reading!

border by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[sainzfilm]

hello can you do a pierre gasly x driver!reader where they’re friends and always flirting but pierre does something that accidentally makes reader jealous so he makes it up to her? thank you ❤️

pairing: pierre gasly x driver!reader

a/n: i love the jealousy trope sm i want it to happen to me irl……but then again not all men are pierre gasly

ps. i nicknamed her ace :) just because i thought it’d be nice to make her the new star of ferrari and im making her a duo with carlos!

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“She’s won twice from provisional pole in Formula 1 and is going to win from pole again! To start the season off with celebrations from Ferrari, Y/N Y/L/N wins the Bahrain Grand Prix!”

Zooming past the checkered flag, you screamed through the radio as your race engineer congratulated you, “We fucking did it! Oh my god!”

Your race engineer chuckled as she clapped through the radio, “Fantastic race, ace! Well done, you coped brilliantly today.”

“It’s unbelievable,” You exhaled deeply as you threw your fist up in the air, “This won’t be the last time.”

The crowd cheered and screamed as you pulled yourself out and stood on top of the car, waving your home flag as you basked in the victory once again.

Making your way up to the podium alongside Lewis and Carlos, you grinned as you held the trophy up, spotting a familiar pair of blue eyes looking up at you with a smile.

It didn’t take long enough as you immediately went down to run up to Pierre as he wrapped you in a big hug, “Great job, ace. You proved that you’re worthy of your seat in Ferrari.”

“It was a tough one honestly,” You mumbled against his neck as you sighed and hugged him tighter, “You started off the season with points too!”

He laughed as he grabbed his cap from his head and placed it on yours, “Enough about me, darling. Wanna walk to the holding for post race interviews?”

“Of course,” You smiled as you bowed down and offered your hand, “Shall we go, monsieur Gasly?”

Pierre bowed down and grabbed your hand, “Always, mademoiselle Y/L/N.”

Laughing as you walked alongside each other, Pierre’s hand never failed to find home around your waist, which caused drivers and fans to always tease you about a possible blooming relationship with the Alpha Tauri driver.

“You wanna go out for a snack after? I discovered this new food park nearby,” You nudged his shoulder, “Just to have a mini celebration.”

Pierre frowned as he pulled his arm away and sighed, “Oh. Uh, I’m going out with a friend. She’d probably get upset if I cancelled so suddenly.”

Friend. She. Maybe you should’ve not assumed that what you had with Pierre was going somewhere beyond friendship.

“I see,” You nodded slowly as you forced a smile and took his cap off your head and gave it back to him, “I’ll go ahead. Have fun with…uh, your friend.”

Pierre frowned as he couldn’t say anything return from how quickly you left to attend to your post race interviews. He didn’t miss the way you forcibly smiled at him, even the way you emphasized the word ‘friend’.

Post race interviews were dragging – maybe it was because of Pierre. You should’ve been happier, you snatched the season’s first win. But, why was this bothering you so much?

Did you like Pierre? No, you couldn’t. This was the guy that you jokingly flirted with. That was all it was to him. It’s on yourself for falling for those antics.

“Ay, ace,” Carlos nudged your shoulder gently as you two rode up the elevator in the hotel, “What’s been going on with you? You’ve been so…out of it since the post race interviews.”

You shook your head and ran a hand down your face, sighing in the process, “Nothing. I’m just tired.”

“You sure about that?” Carlos raised his eyebrow, “So that’s Gasly’s name now? Nothing?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Carlos,” You gritted through your teeth as you crossed you arms, “Who cares about him?”

Your Spanish teammate chuckled as he patted your shoulder and exited the elevator, “Sure, ace. Keep telling yourself that. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Scoffing, you called out as he entered his hotel room, “He sucks! All you boys are the same!”

“Who sucks?”

You stopped in front of your door as you held onto your keycard tightly, “What are you doing here?”

Pierre sighed as he put his hands inside his pocket, “Uh…I just wanted to check up on you.”

“I’m fine, there’s nothing to worry about,” You mumbled as you opened your hotel room, “It’s late now. You’re going to be late for your plans.”

“Ace, hold on,” Pierre grabbed your hand quickly, turning you around to face him, “Be honest with me. Did I do something to upset you?”

“I said, nothing,” You pulled your hand away from him and frowned, “I’m tired, Pierre. I want to go to sleep.”

Taking a deep breath, Pierre looked in your eyes, “I…cancelled my plans with her.”

“So? What do you want me to do about it?”

“I know that’s the reason why you’re upset,” He replied as he grabbed your hand once again, “She’s just a friend. Nothing more than that.”

You frowned as you looked at him, glancing at his hand holding yours, “Why does this concern me?”

“Because you’re not a friend to me,” He mumbled as he cleared his throat, “You’re more than that. I should’ve realized that sooner, ace.”

“Pierre…”

“I promise, I’m not lying,” He squeezed your hand as he gave you a small smile, “I want…I want to see where this goes.”

“You sure about it?” You looked up at him, voice feeling smaller than usual, “I don’t want to jump in something if you’re not all in.”

“I’m all in, ace,” He looked down at you, gently caressing your face, “Let me make it up to you. Day by day. I’ll prove myself.”

Huffing, you frowned as you rolled your eyes and hugged him tightly, “You better. I’ll make sure you’ll have a DNF next to your name in the next races of the season if you’re fooling around.”

Pierre chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you, kissing the top of your head, “You still wanna go to that food park now?”

You tried to fight back a small smile as you looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest, “Your treat?”

“Anything for you, ace.”

bonus scene!

“Ay, what’s taking her so long…” Carlos mumbled as he knocked louder on your hotel room, “Y/N! We’re about to leave now!”

As the door swung open, Carlos couldn’t believe who he saw in front of his eyes, having to blink a few times before he was certain.

“Huh? This isn’t your room?” Carlos raised his eyebrow as he paused for a moment and grinned, “I knew it.”

“She’s…uh almost ready,” Pierre smiled sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck, “Sorry she woke up late. I took her out to the food park last night.”

“Sure, Pierre,” The Spaniard smirked as he patted his shoulder, “Just be sure to take good care of her. She’s like a little sister.”

Panting, you pulled your suitcase out of the room as you looked at the two drivers out in the hallway, “I’m ready?”

“Time to go, Gasly’s!” Carlos clapped as he grinned and ruffled up your hair, “Wait until Charles hears about this.”

“Damn it, Carlos! Come back here, don’t tell him yet!”

[ohc-and-the-music-tapes-archive]

Out of curiosity, what made you continue supporting/being a fan of Julian? Not to immediately say it’s wrong for you to do this, I’m just interested in why.

Hi, this might be a long and personal answer so I’ll try to boil down essentials here and put the rest under the cut.

First of all, I haven’t fully decided yet, I’m still figuring out how it makes me feel, this is based on knowledge and experiences at this very moment and maybe something will happen and change my mind. I don't expect anyone to feel the same way or even understand it and I'm aware that my reasons are purely selfish, and after four years of following the situation I'm just too tired and dead inside to care anymore. [EDIT: my grief is still in the denial stage and I'm taking it at the pace that is safe for me]

That said - as an "uncool weirdo" myself, I was finding Julian as a great inspiration, in life and art. For me, even after all of that, his art still feels like it used to - and for me, it is great comfort and inspiration, the first thing I encountered since I was a kid that made me feel seen, understood and gave me a place to belong. Without exaggeration - it changed and probably saved my life. It is not something I can discard lightly and since I'm having a challenging time, I need that comfort and distraction that being a fan brings. I just cannot afford to lose this right now. <<< TLDR

The second thing is, at this point, I just don't like Nesey and can't help it but I don't trust things she's saying. I've been following her for some time, read some things and saw what people who know them irl now and knew them then had to say about it. She's been doing quite a lot of questionable things, apparently was dating adults before him. I'm not saying that I don't believe her, there is probably truth there. I just don't trust her intentions and see a lot of manipulations and unreasonable things from her side and find it hard to keep up with changing versions of her claims. I'm aware that I'm biased and that affects my judgement here so I won't elaborate on that.

Thirdly, I'm not defending him, I know that was wrong of him to do but I can't help it, my brain literally brushes over it. I guess because of my personal experiences, I find it somehow easier to see Julian's side regarding this relationship and believe that it could be a mistake rather than malicious intent. I never was in that kind of relationship or any other inappropriate one, and for every individual case it would be different but: I always had friends and acquaintances that were all ages and was brought up in an environment where it didn't really matter. I'm very much age-blind and many times found myself realising some of my friends and acquaintances were very different ages than I thought (yes, also mistaking minors for adults, even if I knew them for years). I knew many teens who were more mature than I ever will. I know happy couples with similar age gaps, some of which, it was the younger person who initiated the relationship. I'm a few years younger than Nesey so I have some understanding of how "times changed", how perception around situations like this changed and how people might not seen it as a big issue at the time (if I read that correctly, grooming as a term didn't exist yet back then so awareness was probably low; like, I had no idea about such thing till this). On the other hand, from the lack of similarities in experiences and probably in approach to life, I cannot comprehend Nesey's. There is a problem? Fix it or forget it. People who wronged me? Fuck them, out of sight, out of mind (this isn't a switch, of course, but that's the goal and I find actively holding grudges as a waste of energy). Unless we're still friends, I have no idea what my exes or former acquaintances are doing, and that definitely doesn't mean we "abandoned" or have any obligations to each other. I see absolutely no good reason for "solving" it publicly, especially on social media, if the other person is not using it and instead involving people (like me and you right now) who should not be a part of that at all.

Lastly, there is also part of me that asks "What do you expect now?" Because an outrage and cancellation for the sake of it is kind of useless? Like, he can't go back in time and undo it; he was apologising and supporting Nesey and her family (this is based on what I could gather from things she and the others who know them irl posted online) but, of course, she does have every right to still be angry and feel that it is not enough. And I don't think whatever he would do ever would be enough (and she has every right to feel that). But (once again, I'm aware this is selfish) his work helped me a lot and he can still bring some good into the world - and I personally find in that greater value than in making him disappear forever just so people can pretend that the problem disappeared too.

[itsmarsss]

long-ass big-ass self-ship ramble ahead this is your warning i am so sorry LMAO so i may or may not be planning to write somewhat of a series (smut included) at some point for blitz x my hellhound sinner oc who's like hella sensitive n shy n like- overthinks n all that but she's very sweet sound like any ask requests you've gotten recently? and SUUUUUUCH a people-pleaser it's insane she ends up working as his assistant at one point but it's mostly doing the paperwork no one else bothers to do and figures out that she has literally never been more attracted to anybody than she has him and they're good friends n shit n work well together otherwise BUT THE THING IS!!! back on earth before she died, she only ever really had one irl relationship and then the rest were online/long-distance, none of them ended well and it kinda gave her a fear of loneliness/being alone and also a MASSIVE need to please people so they'll stay n all this shit and also this whole like- idk she grew up watching disney movies and believing in magic n true love n now it's like she can't stop thinking about it and being in love and,,, idk it's kinda like true love is her endgame to the point she gets a little self-destructive about it ANYWAY but her love languages are physical affection and gifts so having a crush irl. something like this, in real life- she's fucking beside herself like even a mere pat on the head brings tears to her eyes but he wouldn't know that unless he looked close enough she's really bad at hiding it but every little thing he does makes her blush and it's insane at some point as they get closer, he kinda opens up ab his relationship shit (briefly- well, as much as he feels comfortable) immediately she's doing her damnedest to keep herself in check cuz she doesn't wanna freak him out or make him leave and she's like- working extra hours n all this stuff to help him out because she cares about him a lot and wants to show that and help out without it being some crazy big thing they hook-up at some point..... teehee who knows anyway it's gonna be so tragic and sexual and beautiful and AUGH i might be coming back with more as i write,,,, maybe,,,, sorry i didn't ask first but feel free to ignore LMAO anyway take a quote i made (to my knowledge) and a quote i found off twitter (in order): "And the sad thing is- I don't know whether I love you, or whether you're the one I want to finally find love in." "you don’t think i’m a bad person? / all i think is that i love you." (i then saw this quote retweeted with stolitz..... which..... also fuck yeah augh sorry if there're any typos or shit you don't understand but i'm thrilled to answer questions/clarify shit if you or anyone have anything OKAY COOL SORRY ABOUT THIS BYEEE -🍯⭐🪷

omg that one was yours!!!! I’m writing for it right now!!! I’m merging so many concepts into it simultaneously lol I hope you like it when it’s done!!

ohhh I love me some lore 😭 gimme the reason why that persons fucked up!!!! I eat it right up

do come back with more whenever you want!!!! and I wanna read it when it’s done babes pleaaaaseee?? 🥺🥺

[the-fiction-witch]

Where else do I Go?

Media IRL / The Luka state 30 Minuet break Video

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster (The video doesn’t give his character a name)

Couple Thomas x reader

rating: Dark but sweet

Concept Bruises and scars 

I stood in my kitchen, my headphones on slightly bobbing my head to the beat as I cooked my dinner. I perked up a little as I heard something other than my music. I took my headphones down and listened to hearing a crash and a bang from next door and immediately my tears welled up knowing exactly why this noise was happening. I didn’t want to think about it, it would just end up making me upset. I just focused on my cooking trying my best not to think about it, hearing the crashing, Banging, glass shattering, shouting, swearing, screeching, and over horrific sounds. I set my headphones down as they were pretty useless as I could still hear everything that was going on nextdoor. Suddenly it got louder and all I could hear was banging, 

"Stacy! Stacy! Stacy for fuck sake!" I heard his familiar voice yelling as he banged on the door but soon enough he gave up and the sounds silenced. 

I couldn't help myself, I got up and unlocked my door stepping out to the corridor I saw him leant on the metal railing barefoot, skinny blue jeans and a off grey button down cigarette in hand.

"Hi" I smiled making him jump a little but he smiled and relaxed when he saw me

"Hi y/n" 

"Tea?"

For a moment he glanced at the bolted door of his apartment then to the floor

"Yeah, I'll take a tea" he nods 

I headed in and he followed as I went making us each a cup of tea 

"I take it things are much the same?"

"Utterly the same" he says taking a seat on my sofa 

"Sorry - you likely don't wanna talk about it"

"No, it's okay y/n." He says as I brought him his tea "things have been rough" 

"I couldn't tell" I joked making him crack a smile "sorry"

"It's fine. She's been pretty hostile lately. Work has been stressing her out. She wasn't happy about the new girl I had to train at work. Or the check out girl. Or the mail lady. She just… she gets so jealous. Like if I was down the pub with my mates grinding against girls in the dancefloor I could understand but she talks about Lisa at work like It's my fault, like I hired her, I picked her to be next to me like she expects me to quit my job because the new assistant has a good ass. Not even that just because she's a girl." He explained "like I'm meant to live my life with a blindfold on because I'm her boyfriend" 

"That is kinda asking too much"

"I don't know what I'm meant to do? I don't understand." He sighed sipping his tea

"What happened tonight?"

"She got jealous and threw a fit because she found a card in my pocket"

"Ohh? What did it say?"

"It said, five pm with Emma"

"She blew up about that" 

"Oh yeah. Very very angry. Convinced I am cheating on her."

"Did the card say anything else?"

"Yeah" he sighed "right at the top it said Westfield medical center and right under it just before the line with the time and name it said blood test" 

"Oh." 

"Yeah" 

"May I be rude"

"Go for it"

"She's nuts"

"Oh I'm with you there."

"What do you need the blood test for?" I asked making him smile 

"Formality, they think I have an iron deficiency" he chuckled 

"She's nuts. Actually nuts."

"I know"

"I don't mean to pry into your personal business -" I began

"You already know I might have an iron deficiency" he chuckled sipping his tea 

"Why do you stay with her?"

"... Honestly?"

"Yeah"

"I don't know. Complacency I guess. Never thought I'd do any better. We've been together so long I just… I don't know. Our lives are intertwined, I guess. All her friends are my friends all my friends are hers, flats in both our names, hell I’m on her car insurance”

“I guess, but you know you don’t have to stay with someone who treats you like that, don’t you?” 

“...where else do I go?” 

“You’re always welcome here thomas” 

“You’re not going to throw a lamp at me if I look at another girl on the tv”

“God no. A that's a terrible thing to do, B I like all my lamps. Do you know how much some of these lamps where I am not throwing them at your cheap head and getting them broken.” I laughed making him laugh too 

“My head’s not cheap” He complained playfully 

“You use two in one shampoo thomas.” 

“Point taken” he says “Can i stay tonight?”

“Of course,” I smiled I let him have half of my dinner and we sat and watched some tv together 

“I think I need to turn in, that okay?” I asked 

“You have to ask to go to bed?”

“Yes.”

“Just go to bed it's fine” I laughed 

“Alright,”

“I still have your stuff it's in the same place”

“Thanks y/n” He smiled giving my cheek a kiss before he headed off to the bedroom, I finished off the show and locked up the house heading to the bedroom pushing open the door and I stopped short as I saw him stood barefoot on my rug, his jeans still tight to him but his belt gone he was unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it apart revealing his bare chest and I gasped puting my hand over my mouth. His body was thin and skeletal likely from the skipped meals during their arguments, across his chest where cuts and cruises some more healed then others, one large cut across his chest just under his collar bone it wasn’t fresh that had clearly been done a week or so ago as it had already began to heal even if being healed was a long way off yet, a large sprawling bruise on his ribs and a few smaller on his stomach. He pushed the shirt off completely revealing his arms as they too were speckled with oddly sized and coloured bruises and cuts all of which in various stages of healing. 

“Oh my god-”

He noticed me in the mirror's reflection slightly covering his bruises with his hands “It’s not that bad. I promise” he defended 

“Not that bad?” I asked, “Look at yourself.”

“I know but-”

“Look what she’s done to you” 

“I… I know.”

“Does it hurt?” I asked he shook his head “don’t lie to me” I yelled forcing back my tears 

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry” 

“Sorry? Wha- why are you apologizing?”

“Your angry at me”

“Angry at you? Thomas no. I’m not angry at you, i’m upset that she treats you like this and your so use to it that it doesn’t bother you, it hurts me to see you like this” I explained giving him a gentle hug it took a moment but he held me tightly squeezing me close to him “Please tell me you won’t go back to her.”

“... I have to.”

“No, you don’t. You can stay here as long as you like we’ll get your stuff I’ll sort all the paperwork out if you like but you can’t go back thomas, please. It’s not safe.”

“...okay”

“Okay?”

“Okay. Thank you y/n” He said slightly tearing up against my hair 

“Your welcome, I’ll get the first aid kit we’ll get you wrapped up for the night okay” 

“Okay” he nods wiping his eyes having to snuffle a little 

“This all of them?”

“...no”

“Alright you sit down and get cosy I’ll be back with the first aid kit.” I smiled giving his nose a little kiss. 

[heartz444skz]

enemies to lovers (part 1)

before anything i just wanna say that this is my first post on here and i don’t know if i’ll continue to post.

these characters are NOT based on what the actual k-pop idols act like irl. i hope you enjoy!

word count: 0.7k

tw: cursing

you walked into school feeling confident as ever. you could feel students staring at you, but you didn’t mind at all. in fact, you actually liked it because you knew they found you attractive and they showed it. walking into class, you found your best friend at her seat. you walked over to her saying “i’m here bitch, did you miss me?” she scoffed at your statement.

“you wish” she continued “did you study for the test?”

“oh shit, there’s a test?” you groaned “i’m gonna fail again”

“that makes the two of us, i forgot to study too” the bell rang as you sat down in the chair next to your best friend, jisoo.

“good morning class! who’s ready for the test today?” mrs.kim said excitedly entering the classroom with a thick stack of papers in her hand. the whole class went silent and didn’t say a word. if someone were to drop a pin, you’d be able to hear it. that’s how silent everyone was.

no one wanted to be at school and it showed. you just wanted the test so you could get it over with. you were just gonna guess on the questions because you already knew you were gonna fail. “you will be taking the test today whether you like it or not! try your hardest!” she said walking around the class passing out the tests.

she reached your table with jisoo and you tried not to make any facial expressions about the test. you looked at jisoo who immediately looked back at you. you whispered, “i’m definitely failing this”

“me too” you chuckled and started guessing the answers to the test.

after a while, you finally finished. you felt confident that you failed but you didn’t care too much. you looked over at jisoo who seemed to be struggling with the test. a little while later the bell finally rang for you to go to your next class, but jisoo wasn’t in it.

you both went separate ways and sure enough, you felt a lot of students stare at you. someone bumped into you. “watch where you’re going” they said. you had to look up to see who it was and you were disgusted to see his face, you hate it. more so, you hate him. it was hyunjin who bumped into you.

“fuck off” he walked away flipping you off and you did the same. soon, you got to your next class and sat down putting your backpack on the floor next to you. you propped your head on your hands showing a bored expression on your face. all you wanted to do was go to sleep.

“you got to be fucking kidding me” you heard a familiar voice say but you forgot who’s voice that was. footsteps approached the seat next to you. you looked up and see hyunjin. he sat next to you.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you asked

“look, i don’t wanna sit next to you either but there’s no other open seats” you rolled your eyes and waited for the teacher to start the lesson.

during the lesson, the teacher gave instructions for a project. she then announced “your project is due friday and your partners for it will be your table partner. no exceptions” you scoffed and heard him sigh.

“let’s get this over with” he said

“whatever” you said annoyed. you began working on the project together and were annoyed. out of all people why him? you thought to yourself. you had made some good progress by the time the bell rang for break. you were looking forward to getting out of class and talking with jisoo. you had the best laughs and conversations together. after all, you’ve known her your whole life. you found her at her locker. “dude you’re never gonna believe this”

“what happened?” she asked curiously

“ok, so basically in science, hyunjin sat next to me since there was no open seats anywhere else and since we’re doing the project with our table partners, he’s my partner for the project”

“damn girl, really?”

“yeah, it sucks” i continued “he’s so annoying” after a few minutes, break had ended so you went to your next classes. once both of them had ended, it was lunch. as you and jisoo were walking by other students, there was a girl who shot you a dirty look. what the hell is her problem? you thought. you brushed it off and carried on.

[snwusberry]

warning(s): one mention of death, talks of gambling, language (ig??) papa jun (not a warning but yeah)

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THIS IS FICTION AND DOESN'T DEPICT THE ACTUAL PEOPLE IRL

san's point of view

"so beomgyu trusted you to get the engagement ring and you decided to gamble it away?" yeosang asks me judgmentally while i pace back and forth in front of the 6 men.

"yes."

"YOU GAMBLED AWAY MY SISTER'S RING??"

i nod.

"just one question; why?" hongjoong asks with a defeated sigh.

"i was drunk!l, i don't know! i won a good majority of rounds so i felt unstoppable."

"and stopped you were, my friend." seonghwa laughs into his glass of water, taking a sip.

"yeah you were so greatly humbled." wooyoung comments.

"i need to get it back somehow..."

"and how would you do that?"

"i don't know. beomgyu hasn't spoken to me in 2 days, i NEED to fix this."

"buy a new ring." yunho suggests and while some of them do agree...

"can't do that." yeosang says, making everyone look at him. silence falling on everyone.

"wait, why?" seonghwa asks and yeosang smiles. THE MOTHERFUCKER SMILES!!

"because when he asked permission to propose from my parents, they gave him a ring which was my grandmother on my mother's side's ring. he went and got it customized, or modernized or whatever, at their go ahead."

"bro you gambled away a family heirloom??" wooyoung shouts.

"yeah let everyone know."

i do not need him to add insult to injury like this, i'm already stressed the fuck out.

"well i will help you look for it. especially because the poor boy feels guilty for losing it even though his only fault was trusting you." yeosang says.

"are you trying to make me feel guiltier?"

"is it working?" yeosang sarcastically asks and i roll my eyes.

asshole.

beomgyu sits across from me as i anxiously clear my throat, taking a sip from my cup.

"so... you come here often?" he raises an eyebrow and i cough immediately taking another sip. "look i feel terrible about what i did."

"as you should." he bluntly tells me, not sparing me a glance. now i know my brother and this man right here is not it. "and anyway, how will that bring the ring back?"

"i'll go through every corner of las vagas so i can find him."

"and if he's not in the city?" he questions.

"then i'll search the country."

"if he fled?"

"i'll scour around."

"and what if he's dead?" i almost choke at his question.

"okay beomgyu you're doing too much now." he rolls his eyes and tries to stand up and i stop him.

"i'll do anything, everything to get your ring back. everything."

"just leave it. i'll save up for another ring and hopefully i can propose to her by next christmas." he tells me, leaving me in the café alone.

this is gonna be tough.

yeonjun's point of view

BEING A FATHER IS NOT AS EASY!!

i smile at the little girl in my arms as she mumbles absolute nonsense. her eyes are wide open, darting around the room looking at everything that surrounds her.

she's a bit more fussy being away from home but she's still a well behaved girl.

hayoon is somewhere around the house, most likely hanging out with miyoung and kaya. they've all been super close since they met, kaya being a new addition to their little alliance against us.

i look back at my daughter who's still mumbling and i coo at her cuteness.

i hum, closing my eyes and enjoying the gorgeous peace with my baby.

"papa jun!!"

spoke too damn soon.

my eyes snap open and i see taehyun make his way towards me.

"what do you waaannnnt?" i whine at his sudden appearance, finding him annoying all of a sudden.

"relax, i'm not here for you. i came to see my sister." he says.

"well i don't know where she is." i respond, closing my eyes again.

"TAEEEE!!"

for fucks sake.

"funny, we were just talking about you." i sarcastically remark and she sticks her tongue out.

"y'all just be gossiping." she remarks moving closer to coo at minji. "your father just be gossiping about me minnie."

"yeosang is going to vagas." taehyun announces and kaya stands up straight, sharply turning to him at the announcement.

"yeosang is going to vagas?" she asks.

"who's going to vagas?" soobin asks, appearing out of literally nowhere.

"yeosang is going to vagas bro." 

"why you is he going to vagss though?" soobin questions further.

"oh my God." i pinch the bridge of my nose.

"I HEARD THE WORD VAGAS FIVE FUCKING TIMES IN LESS THAN A MINUTE!!"

yeah that's san.

"what's his deal?" kaya asks and taehyun shrugs.

"nothing is his deal. are you looking for beomgyu?" soobin interrupts and kaya just shakes her head.

"tae is here... for?"

"you. we're having lunch with mom amd dad remember?"

"of course i do."

he scans her up and down, looking at her outfit which is white mikey mouse shorts and a white tank top.

"judging by the attire you are sporting-" i remark but my head is pushed back.

"i was waiting for taehyun to get here before i go change. bye."

she runs up the stairs.

"so what are we watching?" soobin asks, throwing himself on the couch.

man i just wanted to spend some time with my daughter.

sorry about the late update, today was mad busy

[bonesandthebees]

OH GOD ITS THIS CHAPTER (5) OH GOD OH FUCKSHFKGKF

I remember this chapter caught me SO OFF guard, i wasnt expecting the angst to be so intense /pos goddd this chapter is so good

Another eerie parallel of hats and my life is my aunt gifted me tarot cards, and we spoke a lot about tarot when i went to visit her, wild

Apparently her mom used to do tarot but then she predicted her best friend's death so she stopped 🧍‍♂️ LIKE??!?! MY AUNT JUST DROPPED THAT ON ME AND CHANGED THE TOPIC LIKE HELLOOO GO BACK WDYM UR MOM PREDICTED SOMEONES DEATH?!??!?@?

Shits wild, she ALSO told me some hella spooky irl ghost stories

Also lmfao i love hats tubbo sm, hes so iconic

I LOVE WILBUR SO MUCH

HES SUCHHHH AN OLDER BROTHER SOBS CRIES WAILS

SCREAMS

*SCREAMS*

I FORGOT HE ALMOST SLIPS UP OHMYGOD OHGMDYDOHGKDYFI

OIHDHDJDJD

HE LOVES HIM SO MUCH:(( HE LOVES HIM SOOOO MUCH BROISHFODUEOF 😭😭😭 THIS FIC MAKES ME SO ILL MAN SO ILL

It is crazy how accurate tarot can get like bruh... whenever i do it the cards themselves align with each other so well, to the point where sometimes they'll literally say the same thing 😭 out of the 60 plus cards in my deck i somehow chose the two that say the same thing, wild (i dont have an exact tarot deck, it's a spiritual oracle one but still cool :D

EUEUEUEU i love thr reading sm

I love how immediately after the cards call tommy out for not talking to Phil, he runs into him 😭😭 its so funny i love it sm

HEJRKFIGJDGEKFJFJDD OHMYGOD WE'RE AT THE SCENE OHMYGODDHDKGKF

I remember being so jumpscared by the amount of adrenaline this scene gave me like ??? Bro its a slice of life movie, Why do i feel like im fearing for my LIFE /pos THE ADRENALINE IS SO MUCH FUN I LOVE THIS SCENE SO MUCH ITS SOOFOGOSJGKGK AAAAA ABDKGKGNDKDJKGKGMFBRJGNFNFKGMNF I CANT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS FIC

THIS IS SO AWKWARD [SCREAMS] OHMYGODDD

I love tubbo:( all of them are so supportive

This is the most fucking awkward conversation 😭😭

GODDD I CANTTT HE WIDPFIFKF THE MISCOMMUNICATION HURTS SJFOGIGJTN AAAAA SOBSSS

Wilbur caLLED PHIL DAD OHMYGOD NOBODY MOVE BEE SANDDUO OHMGYFOHMGYDPHLHUDHSFODIAHEFODUODFJKFKDJEOTJDJFKGKF IM SO WEAK AND FRAIL AAAAAAA

SGFKFUSORHSKFJJFJDB ABDKAVJRBSJDBSKSBRKSN

SLAMS FIST ON DESK

CRIMEBOYS

THEYRJEOSOSOSUDKSDIFJFK THEYRE A9DOOOSODJFDLFJ I CANT I CANT OHMUGODUDHDOWHRIDJ

HES SOOOO FOND OHMYGOD

Tommys such a little shit shfkgkfkf a clever one but still shfkgkglf

THIS FIC IS SO GOOODOFJFLGKDHSJFKF

THE HUG, IM SCREAMING

God i am not ready for the next few chapters

LMAO ngl I don't know how your aunt's mom could've predicted someones death when that's not really what tarot does (at least to my knowledge) but uhh idk I don't do it myself so who knows

tangerines crimeboys make me so ill you dont understand aaaaa wilbur wants to be a supportive older brother but also doesn't wanna push too hard and make tommy uncomfortable bc tommy was so young the last time they were siblings and just gahhh

I'm actually very much a skeptic of all those kinds of things tarot included, and I view tarot as more of a self reflective tool than anything else, but yeah it can definitely feel scarily accurate at times. the few times friends have done readings for me sometimes they say something insanely close to what i'm dealing with in my life and I'm just like OH

lol yeah ngl I was like "do I really want them to run into phil right after this tarot card reading" but I didn't want to put it off for another chapter bc the setup was just too convenient so I was like oh well it'll be plot convenience

it was SUCH an awkward conversation god all the interactions between tommy and phil in this fic are so tense

crimeboys <333 tommy using being drunk as an excuse to get a hug we love to see it

[moranasgrave]

Eren X Morana Kraven (OC) sneak peek !

okay so this is a sneak peek of my wattpad story that’s coming soon! it’s the one i have the most progress in right now and it’s gonna be a longgg one 😝. i will be using an OC of mine bc it’s fun to create characters and backstories of my own and her backstory is based off of someone i know who gave consent for me to write this story. also please let me know if i should write this in 3rd or 1st person so far im doing 1st but i’m not sure.

disclaimer : morana kraven is not the same as me morana. she’s her own person that i based off of someone i know irl (with consent ofc), i had the OC named first actually but i love that name and it goes with my real name so that’s why it’s my user on everything. so no this isn’t a self insert or anything like that i already have a self insert character lmao i just wanted to clear that up.

( CHAPTER 1/2 SNIPPET )

also this prob won’t be proofread yet lolz this is just a small portion of chapter 1 that’s in the form of a drabble! it’ll be much better in the book.

okay i hope you enjoyyy chapters 1-3 should be uploaded to wattpad by august the 25th 🫶🏼 then after i’ll be releasing 5 chapters at a time.

Morana knew she wouldn’t be able to attend this party unless she pregamed first. Her nerves were shot through the roof.

Everything happened so fast with meeting connie, her new plug and close friend. To meeting his friends for lunch at the mall and shopping, and finally getting invited to the back to school party that was happening at Zeke jeagers house.

Connie insisted she come and meet the rest of the people they’ll be hanging out with and Sasha said she’d cry if she didn’t come so here she was.

She got ready with pieck her new roomate, and sasha while connie passed 2 blunts around the room, along with a bottle of Casamigos. They shopping so she had confidence with her brand new outfit and her blunt.

Standing at the front door as connie and pieck impatiently banged on the tall wooden frame, Morana felt so good with all the alcohol and weed dancing in her system.

Eren sat on the couch lighting a blunt waiting for his other friends to arrive. He was already pissed off because his ex mikasa and her little crew of wannabes have been staring him down all night. Purposely walking past him and laughing to eachother and dancing where he could see them.

They broke up 4 months ago after mikasa said some cruel things to him. He had enough of her bad attitude and stuck up ways, she treated him horribly. She only cared about them being the most popular couple at school, but he loved her.

Mikasa was cut throat, she used her popularity and her mindless minions to tear down anyone who stood in her way. Pissing off her ex was a daily task though, her way of still letting him know she was around and not going anywhere.

He dreaded this school year all over again. The next 3 years having to endure this pain alone, no one understood him for real.

He needed his lively friends tonight to get his minds off of things. He perked up in his seat when he heard the loud banging at the door. A devilish grinned crept onto his face as he shifted in his seat, putting out the blunt momentarily so the others could join him.

Jean speeds walking from the kitchen pushing random people as he yells “GOT DAMMIT IM COMING YOU MANIACS.”

Connie’s the first to walk in, wearing an all black nike tech with some jordan’s as usual. His matching diamond earrings and chain sparkling brightly in the lighting of the party. “PARTYSSSS HEREEE”, he shouts as he spots eren jogging over to him.

Sasha and pieck walk in booty bumping and being loud as fuck, clearly both drunk, the pair wearing similar versions of moranas outfit. Morana steps in last greeting jean with a smile and a light hug.

Erens eyes immediately divert towards them, spotting morana his jaw slacked a little as he gawked at her. She had on a black pleated mini skirt with one of those belly dancer tie-around-the-waist scarves draped around the skirt. The gold metal plates jingling together with every step she took. She had a cropped longsleeve black skin tight skirt on with her leopard print bra that peeked through the top, boobs kindly threatening to spill out the top. Black leg warmers running down her tanned smooth legs, and some clear heels that displayed her leopard print french tip pedicure.

‘Wow she is fucking gorgeous’ eren thinks as he continues to stare. Mikasa catches this and saunters her way closer to the scene.

Morana wore her infamous huge black juicy couture purse that had an assortment of pins and keychains also jingling with every step. Her long crimson red hair was down and curly but not in it’s natural state, more of a tight wand curl that gave it a more kempt appearance. She had it half up half down with her bangs curled falling over her forehead. Her strip lashes long and spiked with black eyeliner smudged around her eyes. She changed her face jewelry to gold diamonds to match her outfit, her nose, cheek ,belly, and lip dazzling against the light.

Eren noticed every little detail in her outfit and made a mental note of how good she looked. He irritated himself with the thought of anyone seeing her how he saw her. Yea mikasa was beautiful and popular with everyone, but morana just had an essence and pure beauty that was unmatched. Her gorgeousness was something hard to put into words for eren.

Everyone finally makes their way over to the couch and starts settling in while the blunt makes it’s way around. Mikasa and her crew on one side of the couch, on their phones while mikasa talks to sasha. Eren hated that she still hung out with them, but that’s just how their group was no matter what they all still hung out and had eachothers backs.

Even though she broke his heart in the worst way possible she was still always welcomed. ‘what a joke’ he thought to himself.

Eren didn’t look her way once, instead focusing his attention on morana. She was sandwiched in between connie and pieck on the end of the couch. Diagonal from erens view in the middle of the couch next to armin and the guys.

Mikasa noticed eren staring and immediately followed his gaze to morana, pinching connie’s nipple and everyone laughing as he yelped and rubbed it. She scoffed under her breath, ‘of course he’s interested by her she looks like a hooker’ she thought to herself as she pretended to be interested in what sasha was saying.

“Morana i wanna kiss you bitch you look so hot”, pieck says laying across moranas lap eyes already glazed over. “Stoppp your gonna make me blushhh”, morana playfully hides her face from her.

“Can you guys stop flirting and pay attention to MEEE”, connie says passing the blunt to sasha. “Oh shit hold on before anything”, he stands up looking around at everyone. They all stopped their conversations and looked at connie.

“Everyone this is our new friend Morana Kraven, she’s going to our college this year and she lives in our apartments she’s piecks roommate”, he announces smiling proudly obviously excited about his new friend.

“Hey guys it’s nice to meet you all i hope we can be friends”, morana flashes a toothy smile to everyone.

Everyone gawks at her, Reinas the first to speak “Nice to meet you as well gorgeous.” He’s clearly already drunk but morana pays him no mind saying thank you sweetly.

Everyone goes around introducing themselves welcoming her to their hetic friend group.

“How do you guys know eachother”, eren finally speaks after everyone is done.

“I scared the shit out of her smoking on the porch last night and after she was done peeing her pants we started talking and we just clicked she’s cool as fuck, i think she’ll fit right in”, connie said squeezing moranas cheeks with his hands. “Connie stopp my makeup dude”, she laughs as she slaps his hands away.

Eren laughs and says “yea she looks like a perfect fit.” He secretly curses himself for being infatuated with her. He wasted 4 months of his life getting drained by mikasa, was he really ready to start looking at someone else the same way?

He sits back and watches her as everyone else begins interacting with her, making a mental note to get her number to do more research on her later.

Bertholt and reina start laughing hysterically, even annie cracks a small smile. “No yea she’ll totally be a good fit to our group we needed more girls, plus she’s super hot i mean come on”, sasha says shoving her hand into a random bag a chips that were on the table.

Everyone greets her with open arms, except mikasa. She stares intensely as she watches the boys get red in the face as their talking to her. Armin stuttering over his words like he’s forgotten english. The girls, annie and sasha even her dumb friend historia are gushing over her outfit and hair.

She gets up from her seat, her minions following suit as she strides over to morana standing directly in front of her. Hoping to scare her off from the group before she gets to comfortable.

Pieck sits up and scoffs taking out her phone and touching up her makeup with the camera.

“Mikasa Ackerman, you may of heard of me my fashion blog is pretty popular”, she said with her hands on her hips in a blasé tone. Morana looked away from pieck giving her a confused smile, “Um…sorry but i haven’t, i’ll definitely check it out though i love your outfit.”

Historia and Frieda wince behind mikasa, they knew they’d have to hear about this for hours tonight. Everyone in town knew mikasa, she was powerful there.

Mikasa felt her skin heating up, how dare she act like she doesn’t know her. She showed no signs of this though, she refused to look embarrassed infront of anyone. “Thanks, yours is to for like the club”, mikasa said back as she plucked an imaginary piece of lint off her hot pink mini tube dress.

Before she could respond mikasa made her way back to her area of the couch. “I’m historia and this is my sister frieda, you are so pretty by the way”, the short blonde girl in the blue version of mikasa dress says as she pulls her sister by the arm back to their spots.

“The fuck was that?”, morana asks pieck as she grabs the blunt from connie. “That was the most popular group of girls in the school they call themselves the 30, just stay out of their way they like run the school it’s ridiculous.” Morana nods her head confused about the name but shrugs it off. ‘i’ll ask her more later’ she thinks to herself as she hits the blunt.

She wasn’t dumb, she knew she had a huge secret she had to keep under wraps but she won’t let anyone punk her. ‘This is college not highschool, i don’t know how popular they could be’ she thinks to herself as she passes the blunt back to eren.

His hands linger on her for a second causing her to look into his eyes. “Wow you have really pretty eyes, eren right?” she says holding her gaze.

Eren finally breaks away sitting back in his seat. “Thank you i can’t tell if their blue or green they always mix or some shit, and yea i’m eren”, he say as he hits the blunt to hide his flushing face.

Morana laughs grabbing her chest, “Thats so cool i wish mine we’re a cool color.” Her eyes were black, she looked alien like because of how dark her eyes were and how whites the outer part was. When she looked at someone it was like she was peering into their soul. Eren was absolutely intrigued about this, it was as if her eyes were asking him to spill all his secrets, he almost wanted to give in.

“I think their pretty cool though, you are the first person i’ve seen with all black eyes”, Eren can feel mikasas eyes boring into the side of his head, but he refused to give her any spec of attention.

Mikasa was seething, some new random chick gets accepted into the group just like that? No one discussed this and why is everyone up her ass.

“Kay i gotta use the bathroom, come on girls”, she say quickly getting up and brisking away.

Eren continues casual conversation until morana says “OHMYGOD THIS IS MY SONGGG.” She stands up grabbing pieck and sasha’s hand. “LETS DANCE PLEASEEE”, she shouts over the music already swaying her hips to the music. S.O.S by rihanna is blasting from all the house speakers, everyone making a dash for the dance floor.

Morana looks back at eren, “Sorry that was rude as fuck, but we should talk again sometime! find me at school”, she says as she drags her friends onto the dance floor.

Morana starts really feeling herself when she gets to the dance floor. The lights flashing pink, then purple, then blue giving it a club vibe. The footsteps of people stomping drunkily around dancing on the black hardwood floors.

Morana pulls pieck into her turning around swaying her hips back and forth, using sasha as balance. Pieck immediately follows her lead grabbing her by the waist and following her movements. The sound of moranas belly dancer scarf and piecks chains that hung around her skirt were making a jingling beat to the music.

Morana spins around now face to face with pieck, she bounces around stomping her heels as she feels up her own body dancing between her friends. Eren is on the couch watching in awe, there were 100 people on the dance floor and she still stood out like a dazzling star.

He shifted his pants in his seat when started whining all the way to the floor then popped up, hands around her ankles as she was bent over. He could see her leopard print panties peeking under her skirt. “She’s hot isn’t she”, a voice says on the left side of eren making him jump.

Connie is leaning over his shoulder following his friends eyes towards the new recruit. “Yea whatever she’s cool”, eren says trying to keep his composure. “You should talk to her more after this, i think you guys will have a lot in common.” He slides over the top of the couch plopping next to eren.

“She told me to find her at school so we’ll see what’s up.” He secretly wished they would have at least one class together.

“Tomorrow morning we’re probably gonna wake n bake then help sasha shop for her apartment, you should comeeee”, connie sings raising his eyebrows at his friend. He could tell he was intrigued by her, and with the conversation he had with her last night he figured they could use eachothers company.

“Why the fuck not, jus come wake me up in the morning.” Eren found himself excited about this school year, if she was cool enough to win connie over that quickly, she had to be special. “Bettt we’ll have fun i’ll show you, this year will be amazing.”

They turned their attention back to the dance floor, a girl bumps into sasha, causing morana to almost fall over. “Watch there the fuck your going idiot”, the girl says go sasha. “Ew isn’t that the one who was stuffing her face in the kitchen?”, her friend says furrowing her brows in disgust.

Morana turned around as quick as the sentence came out of the girls mouth. “Yea what we’re not finna do here is talk to my friend like your crazy”, she says laughing. “How about YOU watch where YOUR going and watch your mouth while your at it too thanks”, she says grabbing sasha’s hand pulling her behind her.

“Who the hell even are you don’t start something you can’t finish, take your dumb friend and go back to dancing SLUT”, the girl says taking a sip of her drink.

Morana feels her blood go cold. She knows it’s probably just the alcohol but she hated when people insulted her friends. She’s heard the slut comment plenty of times but talking shit about her friend was doing too much. She closed her eyes trying to count to ten, when she got to 7 and still felt that anger she shrugged.

“I guess it can’t be helped huh”, she backs away from sasha stepping towards the girl close enough to kiss her. “Call my friend another name and see what happens”, she grits through her teeth. The girl leans her head to the side so sasha is in her field of vision, “DUMB. BITCH.”

Morana cracks a half smile before grabbing the girl by her hair and pulling her to the ground. She starts hitting her while her friend pleads on the side for her to let go.

“Ahhhh SHIT, THIS is part of the in common i was talking about, i should get her before she goes to jail”, connie stands up running towards the cat fight. Eren sits there watching as every hit she threw connected to the girls face. ‘She’s definitely done this before’ eren thinks to himself as she throws another punch. He’s kind of shocked that such a sweet looking girl could hit like that.

Mikasa and her girls were coming out the bathroom before they saw morana fighting. “EHMAGAWD SHES BEATING HER ASS”, historia exclaims throwing a fist in the air. “Shut it.”, mikasa warns her dumb friend to tone it down. “What an attention whore, fighting at a party is so middle school.” She walks off leading her girls to the backyard. She couldn’t handle watching everyone ogle that girl anymore. ‘I give her two weeks and i’ll have her out of here’ she thinks to herself as she pushes past people.

Connie runs up and grabs morana by the waist lifting her as high as he can. “ALRIGHT WERE OUT THIS BITCH LETS GO”, he yells as he starts hauling her towards the door. Pieck and sasha follow close behind watching their friend still cussing the girl out over connie’s shoulder.

They’ve barley just met and she already got in a fight over them. Sasha giggled “Thank you Momo you are the best bitch.”

Morana finally stops arguing looking down at sasha. Her face softens, “That was nothing i would’ve killed her if i was sober”, she said laughing a little embarrassed. Sasha could tell she was half serious by her tone which warmed her heart in a weird way.

“YEA YOU TOTALLY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HER”, pieck says grabbing sasha’s hand as they make their way out the door.

Eren watched as connie left with the girls, feeling kind of sad that HIS party had to leave.

‘Tomorrow morning’ he thought to himself as he sat back thinking about her.

[ippenx]

A3! Act 2 Thoughts (2) | Reread

MISUMI VOICE MISUMI VOICE MISUMI VOICE

Hmm, actually not totally sure on this one chief. A contently dwelling Misumi is a powerful thing.

That is actually hilarious, good job Matsukawa.

Muku my beloved ….

THEY JUST BARGED INTO HIS ROOM, TOTAL STRANGERS, AND HE OFFERS TRIANGLES? Oh my god Misumi baby you are too sweet for this world.

Izumi love, I guarantee you it is far from a normal guy.

I loved this scene in the anime so much, like the whole follow up chase and jumping around, they really gave Misumi SO MUCH LIFE!!! Stage play too, with obvious limitations of IRL physics.

Misumi happened to your onigiri. I’m much sorry, Citron.

OKAY NOW I’VE HAD A THOUGHT.

This is the thought, that is all. In this post we learn that Run With The Wind was really a Mankai Sports AU from the start, I mean, the Izumi and Haiji parallels are STRONG. Of course the first thing to do when spotting a delinquent is to inquire about their interest in your particular hobby that you’re trying to get off the ground and into professional shape, and then housing them so that they may become a successful member of your team. I have connected the dots!

Half Kazureact, half wholesome and cute.

BURGLAR FRIEND, oh Citron. Just feeding onigiri to stray cats. I adore you.

The MisuKazu celeb and manager etude, awwwwuwuuuuuuuu *sobbing*

OUCH! FUCKING OUCH!!! Writers????? WHY WAS THIS NECESSARY WHO HURT YOU???? *holds Misumi even though I think it’s me that needs holding*

Misureact?

AND THEY WERE BUDDIES! It’s also like … you can tell this was just shallow on Kazu’s part as are all his relationships at this point but Misumi just genuinely runs with it and is happy to have a friend …

Has … has Muku met fangirls? Sounds like he has.

Tsuzuru: collapsed Muku:  ambulance?! Misumi: nothing a little rice and a triangle can’t solve.

As someone who’s seen young TV repairmen be confused about what the hell a VCR player/recorder is … Matsukawa, I feel you.

Buff Muku hours … I’m so curious about more of his track team life!!!

… even more Run With The Wind parallels? Hmm. Something something crossover fic ….

I am SO GLAD Izumi suggests inviting the whole track team to the play so that Muku can see he has their support too!

Hehe.

Geez. You, you’re getting the bonked upside the head with a cactus treatment, sir. How dare you.

He really does have some weird authority/seniority thing going on or something.

Offshoot thought but. Can you imagine if Izumi was voiced? I would die.

Enjoy your first and last camp without Sakyo’s immediate budgeting oversight.

Thanks a bunch, Tsuzuru. Much appreciated.

Sounds like a challenge. Anyone wanna be legendary parasites with me?

Oh to be rewarded with a triangle for reading the 1001 Nights stories to get in character.

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[stormyoceans]

[VICE VERSA episode 6 parts 1&2]

“It’s life to meet and part” … and meet again, since you fake-out bastards come back

Omg this scene confused the shit out of me before they revealed it’s a whole-ass brain production by one lovesick Puen

Good thing it /is/ a fantasy because I would’ve kicked his ass so hard for tossing the popcorn

Damn, dream!Talay wants to stop watching the movie and “get ready for bed”, that popcorn disaster really did it for him huh

DID HE REALLY SPELL OUT THE WHOLE THING TO TALAY IRL????

AND TALAY EVEN CALLS HIM OUT ON BEING A PERVERT

PUEN’S BEING SO HONEST ABOUT HOW HE FEELS, GOOD FOR HIM!!!!

“Seeing you 24/7 is heartwarming” my heart

Mm, I’m split on Talay’s “you should see others too” because yes it’s NEVER a good idea to obsessively attach yourself to just one person but on the other hand Talay probably doesn’t realise Puen’s just super-in-love

Oh right I forgot there was an intro

OH OH OH OHHHHH

The drums are my favorite part of this song they’re so good man

What is wrong with that damn megane lady

Instead of asking where Puen is the Nurse should’ve told Megane to get a life

“I haven’t seen him for a week” Jesus

Then again this is probably the way Puen thinks about Talay asldkjfkld

Why is Talay such a stick in the mud sometimes, fuck your game and play the guitar

I say as someone who loves gaming and gave up on playing the piano

(that was waaaaay back when I was a kid tho)

I’m so glad exams are a thing of the past, oh my god, fuck school

Tess’s friends getting all confused because their obnoxious friend got all solemn

But it’s nice that they took him seriously and came to cheer him up

Since Tess himself sure wouldn’t lmao

How often are you gonna repeat the “if this movie was aired in our universe” line omg

WHY IS HIS FRIEND SLEEPING THERE

AND HIS OTHER FRIEND THERE

So THAT’S the context for him jumping on the bed in the intro, I completely forgot

Yeah so the behavior Puen is exhibiting right now is not healthy, this is where he should indeed be spending time with others

Puen, put something on, god

I loooove it when Talay shows his considerate and caring side ughughugh

HUG!!!! I LOVE HUGS!!!!!

Also, FORESHADOWING OF THE CLIMATIC HUG???

“I stayed in. I didn’t contact anyone. I didn’t go anywhere” YOU WERE HEADIN’ STRAIGHT FOR DEPRESSION THIS IS SERIOUSLY NOT GOOD

“I couldn’t resist seeing you” You’re still allowed to SEE EACH OTHER!!!!

And if parting (to see each other next time) hurts that badly I /need/ you to get help

Talay immediately wants the dirt aksdfj

Puen looks like he needs a shower, when was the last time young man

“I like when you eat” I like when YOU take care of yourself

Is Up’s “foul mouth” a lost in translation thing? He was fine to me

I wonder if the high-five miss was a legitimate mistake and the actors just went with it lmao

Puen protecting the cookies for Talay lmao

Also wait their first movie failed even though we know Puen wrote the script from the heart so I guess Thailand just hates love

TALAY BEING IN LOVE!!!!

Oh my god if he did that to my ear he wouldn’t be in love because he’d be dead

Hey guys you know what else makes one tired? Se–

Talay putting his hand on Puen’s wrist ;;;;

Talay: I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IIIIIIS

Omg this scene confused the shit out of me before they revealed it’s a whole-ass brain production by one lovesick Puen <<<<< LITERALLY WILL NEVER STOP LOSING MY GOD DAMN MIND OVER THIS LIKE PUEN REALLY DID COME UP WITH AN ENTIRE SCENARIO IN HIS HEAD ABOUT HIM AND TALAY LIVING TOGETHER AND IT WAS SO REALISTIC NONE OF US EVEN DOUBTED IT WASN'T ACTUALLY HAPPENING BECAUSE IN PUEN'S MIND THEIR RELATIONSHIP WOULD VERY MUCH STAY THE SAME EVEN IF THEY WERE TOGETHER. THEY WOULD STILL BICKER AND BANTER AND TEASE EACH OTHER BUT ALSO KISS AND BANG AND BE BOYFRIENDS. GOD IT'S ME AGAIN DON'T HANG UP IM IN A SITUATION

Damn, dream!Talay wants to stop watching the movie and “get ready for bed”, that popcorn disaster really did it for him huh <<<<< PUEN MADE HIM SAY THAT WITH THE MOST STUGGESTIVE TONE AND EXPRESSION TOO HE REALLY WAS ABOUT TO MAKE TALAY AS HORNY AS HE IS

DID HE REALLY SPELL OUT THE WHOLE THING TO TALAY IRL???? <<<<< YEP. YEAH. LIKE I REALLY NEED YOU TO LET THAT SINK IN FOR A SECOND. PUEN JUST SPENT 5 WHOLE MINUTES REVEALING TO TALAY ALL OF HIS ROMANTIC DOMESTIC HALF HORNY FANTASIES DOWN TO THE DETAILS AND TALAY STILL THINKS HE'S DOING IT FOR THE BIT. AND PEOPLE WONDER WHY DID I GO CRAZY JUST BLAME THESE TWO

“Seeing you 24/7 is heartwarming” my heart <<<<< puen really has been wanting to spend his entire time with talay since the beginning and yes it's because he's in love but he also just enjoys talay's company so much IM 🤧🤧🤧

Mm, I’m split on Talay’s “you should see others too” because yes it’s NEVER a good idea to obsessively attach yourself to just one person but on the other hand Talay probably doesn’t realise Puen’s just super-in-love <<<<< talay saying that always makes me want to tear my hair out in frustration and at the same time it's the reason why episode 7 is so emotionally satisfying to me, because he really Does Not Get It yet, how deep puen's feelings run and how honest he's being and how much he wishes for them to have a future together. at this point their attitude towards being each other's portkey also changed from the beginning, with puen now wanting and believing that to be true and talay thinking they should look for someone else, and you can sense the tension building and building until it's going to snap next ep

Oh right I forgot there was an intro <<<<< not to be disgustingly biased once again but vice versa best intro of the year i haven't skipped it ONCE in all the times i've rewatched the show

“I haven’t seen him for a week” Jesus <<<<< I SWEAR PEOPLE IN LOVE ARE SO ANNOYING THEY HAVEN'T SEEN EACH OTHER FOR A WEEK AND THEY'RE ACTING LIKE IT'S BEEN YEARS AND THERE'S AN ENTIRE OCEAN SEPARATING THEM WHEN TUN'S FAMILY'S PLACE IS PROBABLY JUST A TOWN OVER Y'ALL ARE SO EMBARRASSING ✋😭

Why is Talay such a stick in the mud sometimes, fuck your game and play the guitar <<<<< talay CAN be a bit harsh and uptight sometimes but he always ends up feeling bad and making up for it because in the end he can't really say no to puen (good luck with that talay sfjksgdksg)

I’m so glad exams are a thing of the past, oh my god, fuck school <<<<< BIG SAME TBH that's not a period of my life i want to revisit

Tess’s friends getting all confused because their obnoxious friend got all solemn // But it’s nice that they took him seriously and came to cheer him up <<<<< i swear kita and fuse are SUCH GOOD HOMIES and they care so much for their friend even if from their point of view he changed a lot and doesn't spend a lot of time with them anymore TESS DOESN'T DESERVE THEM

WHY IS HIS FRIEND SLEEPING THERE // AND HIS OTHER FRIEND THERE <<<<< tess' bed is big enough to fit the three of them but talay really said puen is the only person allowed to sleep next to me y'all can take the floor ✋

Yeah so the behavior Puen is exhibiting right now is not healthy, this is where he should indeed be spending time with others <<<<< this is something i haven't really talked about because a lot of people don't have the most positive feelings towards puen and i don't want to look like im justifying everything he does but tbh i think some of his behaviors tell a lot about the state of his mental health. there's a reason why he didn't want to go back to be himself and his real life, there's a reason why he went as 'tun' for so long and didn't tell talay his real name, and it has a lot to do with the fact that he never really liked being 'puen'. as soon as he loses the things and people that keeps him anchored (talay, up, aou, the screenwriting) he goes back to self-destructive behaviors that the show can't really explore in depth but are definitely there (like you mention in another comment i do think puen has struggled with depression in the past and i think the drink and drive is also a manifestation of that)

HUG!!!! I LOVE HUGS!!!!! // Also, FORESHADOWING OF THE CLIMATIC HUG??? <<<<< HUGS ARE THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD AND IM SO HAPPY PUENTALAY HAS LOTS OF THEM. it's also interesting to notice that in this episode there's definitely a big emotional shift in talay, who went from 'i don't like to be hugged' to hug puen basically in every episode from now on

“I couldn’t resist seeing you” You’re still allowed to SEE EACH OTHER!!!! <<<<< THEY REALLY ARE SO OVER DRAMATIC THEY STARTED COUNTING MINUTES AND SECONDS I HATE THEM ACTUALLY

Puen looks like he needs a shower, when was the last time young man <<<<< don't worry he's gonna ask talay to give him one soon

Is Up’s “foul mouth” a lost in translation thing? He was fine to me <<<<< i think talay mentioned that as something he missed from up in general, because usually up speaks very rudely (tho it's definitely something that doesn't translate as much in english because as a language it doesn't have all the different tones and polite particles that thai has)

I wonder if the high-five miss was a legitimate mistake and the actors just went with it lmao <<<<< im pretty sure it was an actual miss from the actors that they kept in the show!!! i think something like that happened at the end of episode 5 too, when up slapped the back of aou's head and aou's glasses fell on his face!!!

Puen protecting the cookies for Talay lmao <<<<< talay jokingly says he likes something ONCE and the next day he gets home to find the house filled to the brim with it hashtag true story

TALAY BEING IN LOVE!!!! <<<<< PHYSICALLY COMBUSTING EVERY TIME I SEE THE BED SCENE BECAUSE IT'S JUST!!!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!! talay saying what he missed about puen not because puen is listening but just because he feels like saying it and everything he lists being just so inherently PUEN and not linked to the body he inhabits  IM SORRY BUT THIS IS SIMPLY SO HIGH ROMANCE TO ME IF YOU SEE A HOODED FIGURE WANDERING THE STREETS WAILING DON'T BE AFRAID IT'S JUST ME

Oh my god if he did that to my ear he wouldn’t be in love because he’d be dead <<<<< sfjksgdj i've never had anyone touching my ears like that so idk how i'd react to it but i think at this point talay is so gone he'd let puen do anything to him [wink wink nudge nudge]

Hey guys you know what else makes one tired? Se– <<<<< i was about to say something but then i remembered talay suggested to pat puen's back and bum to help him get sleepy and puen was so on board with that....... UNBELIEVABLE

Talay: I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IIIIIIS <<<<< at this point im pretty sure that's puentalay's go to karaoke song choice sfjksgf

[girltomboy]

Yesterday I wrote a long ass post that ended up getting blown into dust by tumblr, so I just gave up on ranting (I'd already typed out the whole thing anyway so at least *some* work had been done on processing what had happened) but during yesterday's "Easter lunch" (we don't even celebrate Easter, but we do like to make the traditional food anyway, and it seems we're also adopting the traditional Easter fights) my grandma went off on me about the way I dress (again, still, etc. except this time I'm almost 27, you'd think this topic would ever get old or stale or my family would get tired of fighting over it so much for so long for nothing, and yet it never fucking stops). I was thinking how to tell her that I'm seeing my friends today, it was like something was holding me back. The vibes were just slightly off, but it was an absurd feeling because it's such a mundane and normal thing. So I absent-mindedly mentioned it, and she replied: "what are you going to wear? It better not be those pants you came in" (she hates those pants because they're baggy - like 80% of my pants 🤡 I actually had a feeling she would comment on them when I packed them, but I didn't think they'd be SUCH a big deal, they're some of my normal pants). Those pants are dirty anyway, so I wouldn't have worn them. I told her they're not the only pants I brought with me, I have other pairs. And she immediately said: "NO, not pants. I bet they're also ugly anyway. We'll look for a nice dress in your closet." I said:"There's no need for that, I don't like wearing dresses." It was not a fancy dinner reunion, just a casual day out with some old friends. And she should know by now that I'm not a lover of dresses, except for the beach and a special occasion once in a blue moon, I would never choose to wear a dress. I've never kept this a secret, everyone who knows anything about me is aware of my preference and respects it (they have no choice anyway).

That's what set her off, I don't know what she expected to hear honestly, but she started shouting about my stylistic choices and about the fact that when I come visit her she expects me to wear my best and fanciest clothes "for the neighbors", otherwise I shouldn't even bother coming. And made it clear that the neighbors' opinions and impressions are much more important to her than what I want, feel good in, like, etc. It's not like I go outside in my pyjamas or in trash bags, I just wear normal casual clothes, but she wants me to dress like a news anchor basically. She also said that she's sure the reason why I don't own any nice fancy clothes is because I'm broke from always sending my boyfriend money?? Lol that is 100% a lie that my mom fabricated a looooooong time ago, I'm surprised that it's still holding up, but why wouldn't it? After all, they created it and planted it in their own minds and universes. Of course nothing can shake something that is unaffected by the actual truth, since it doesn't happen in real life. Aside from that, she also revealed some other lies about my boyfriend that are circulating in my mom's and her heads: he's stringing me along, doesn't have "serious plans with me" since he "hasn't married me yet". I was like? ON GOD? 🤭 Aww it's so cute how you get so riled up because you want him to marry me sooo badddd! But have you asked yourself whether or not we Want that? Did you ask ME?? What I want? Do you know anything about what I want, what we talked about? No, they never ask me anything and just survive off of the lies they make up on their own. I told her outright "I don't want that!" (on marriage), but I'm 100% sure that she (and mom too) will think it's because I don't want to marry my boyfriend, not that I don't want to get married to anyone ever. They would know it if only they would simply ask. But they dgaf about what my relationship is actually like irl, only what they invent about it, without any connection to reality, truly matters.

So yesterday I was not in the mood to keep the peace, smile and nod, for the sake of avoiding an argument, because the fight started out about clothes, and escalated into yet another attack on my relationship/my partner. And I'm completely over that, plus she kept adding more and more fuel to the fire by telling me Satan is influencing me to upset her in this way, as a result of me rejecting god (it's a good thing she figured that one out on her own, without me having to open that box of worms), that my way of thinking (which is... idk... wanting to live my life how I want and mind my own business. I guess) will make my family abandon me, which idk fucked up if true, but that threat is absolutely not making me want to fight for the love and respect of a family that is ready to cut me off as soon as I stray from the mold they created for me in their head. And of course everyone including my bf is out to GET me and hurt me except for - you guessed it - the family dangling their imminent abandonment in front of my face. Pretty hilarious but I wasn't intimidated by these words because I've heard them before and they are meaningless to me. And ofc she made it clear she "doesn't know" why I even came to visit her. Which, in the moment, I sure was struggling to remember as well, ngl. AND she said she is sure I must have joined some kind of cult or sect that "is unlike everyone else" which, if you think about the context in which I grew up and the church I was birthed and raised into, is IRONIC as fuck - how can you even think I'd join a cult like that (I'm not religious anymore btw, thanks very much) if I JUST escaped one? Girl, YOU ARE in that cult!! You are describing the sect YOU are part of, and that you want ME to stay in! Why would I chase another one like lmaoooo you think your sect is sooo normal and "like everyone else" when it paints anything and anyone outside it as the enemy and fabricates its own oppression.

So for the rest of the afternoon we didnt speak to each other after the meal, she didn't even leave her room or take any phone calls from various relatives and friends who called her, including my mom. Then in the evening I took a shower, and when I got out she playfully asked me to come to dinner. So I did, and she never mentioned the fight or any of the other topics, neither did I, and even when my mom called her and she answered during dinner she didn't say anything to her, and we all pretended like nothing happened. 😋 That's what we're best at. I'm glad that never sat right with me and I don't implement this tactic in MY interpersonal relationships. But today I was supposed to meet my friends before noon, so I went to have some breakfast. And after I was done I told grandma I was about to leave soon, just so she knows. As I was going back to my room I heard her shout: "Careful how you dress!! If you don't have any money for a taxi I'll give you some, just so the neighbors don't see you!" I was like... Now you'll just make me dress shitty out of spite. In hindsight this talent of saying something completely fucked up then carrying on as if nothing happened, that seems to run in the family because both my grandma and my mom seem to have it, is pretty amazing. Like the creativity and wit are quite rare. But I said nothing and got ready, and when I left I didn't announce it or anything, I simply left.

Story doesn't end here... While I was out I got a harrowing text from my mom telling me "don't bring ur boyfriend home if he's in town... Grandma told me you left without saying and she's sure he came to the city". I burst out laughing, but I haven't replied yet. I don't even know where to begin. I don't even know what to address first. I'm simply amazed at the world building skills that both of them possess. I don't understand why they fear neighbors' gossip so much if they are capable of so much worse on their own. Who even needs enemies talking shit about them behind their back and making up untrue stories and scenarios with a family THIS skilled and hateful? My biggest haters would not be able to come up with shit like this. The assumption that my boyfriend would come all the way to my hometown just to be left stranded in the city, meeting me out on the low like some secret agent, the assumption that I would willingly introduce him into this fucked up and bitter family... Why are you surprised that I would leave without announcing (not even a big deal, I'd already told her I was about to get ready and go) when not 24 hours earlier you made a whole scene and told me to basically never show up here again because you didn't like the pants I wore once. And you constantly and continuously throw tantrums about the way I dress because it doesn't fit YOUR particular taste & style. Why would you not put 2 and 2 together instead of fabricating yet ANOTHER lie to get mad at, and to force me to defend and justify myself against something YOU pulled out of your ass? I'm constantly amazed at the hatred my family is capable of and how easy they are able to weaken our relationship and ruin my trust & perception of them.

[heartxdecay]

WHY do bad things always have to happen to me so close together like I did not NEED the combo of an acquaintance I was attempting to befriend blowing up at me and threatening to kill themselves over them deciding I said something I didn't (fuck being autistic why does everyone assume I'm inferring things when I'm actually NOT) and then my stalker who I haven't seen in about a year suddenly decides to show up at my place of work and ask MY BOYFRIEND if I was there (he lied and said I wasn't but I still caught a glimpse of him so he might have seen me) which lead to me finding out he never actually moved like he said he was going to which means realistically he could go right back to stalking and harassing me any time he wants. In the span of like 3 days. And of course right now we're like 3 weeks away from the big traumaversary time from when I left the cult + this is the midst of when I was reporting aforementioned stalker last year so I'm already constantly on high alert anyway. So now I'm constantly struggling just to stay awake let alone work and I already had to drop out of school and lie to my parents about it because the condition of me living here is remaining in school which means since I'm not they're going to kick me out if they know. So I can't NOT go to school AND not work especially because I'm trying to save as much money as possible in order to move out of this stupid hellhole of a "family" home where I'm constantly used as a third parent for my younger siblings. But I'm so tired all the time from stress keeping me awake at all hours and being completely unable to leave fight or flight mode when awake that I can barely find the energy to move, and my work is extremely tiring. I work retail as a supervisor and I have to deal with my coworkers not doing as much of the workload despite all being full time while I'm part time, none of the people I'm in charge of taking me seriously because I'm either younger than them or the same age as them, regular stress that comes with working retail and dealing with customers, and a management change that is leading to us getting a notoriously rude + perfectionist manager who I have personally seen throw an actual tantrum over having to do his JOB. Which means I can't afford to be tired and grumpy because I have to remain professional and productive. But every time something slightly off happens I want to burst into tears. Nobody there respects me and it's hard enough to handle when I'm NOT dealing with all of this. And of course because God hates me all of this happened when I decided to try to cut back on constantly vaping so after incident #2 I immediately gave up on that and I honestly think I've been going through cartridges FASTER. It's genuinely such a struggle every day to not relapse on self harm or turn to alcoholism and I'm not sure how much longer I can last. Especially because my literal only IRL support system is my boyfriend, because my parents are worth jack shit, my siblings are children, and my only "friend" in person is an objectively terrible human that I only still have around because they were my FP for a really long time and I have a hard time letting go of that relationship (every time I try I end up running back) and I just KNOW that if I even TRY to breach any of this with them they're either going to hit me with an "oof/yikes" and nothing else or spread my PERSONAL shit to everyone they know INCLUDING my extremely abusive ex that they refuse to totally cut contact with because it's "mean". which means I actually have nobody to turn to except the internet friends in my phone who for one aren't online all the time and have lives but two since they're my ONLY SUPPORT SYSTEM I cannot keep dumping everything on them constantly or I'll overwhelm them. Not to mention they have also had to deal with the acquaintance I mentioned at the start because they're actually THEIR friend, not mine, so if anything it's an even bigger deal to them. This leaves me with only my boyfriend who I already feel shitty enough about given the raging BPD.

[ivanshogun]

A Friend's Trust Part (1/3)

“Yo dud, uhm.... you free today? Can we meet up.. I just need something :v”

My phone rang, seeing the message kinda surprised me. It's from a friend of mine, although we don't really talk that much, she's still the kind of friend that would talk to me on hours on end. I just can't ignore her or she might actually commit suicide, she's a sad and depressed girl. She's always been complaining about life, her lovelife specifically, she's getting ignored by her boyfriend. Well I'm just a friend to comfort her.

“Hmm I'm free so why not. Anyway what do you need? Your message is kinda sus”  I replied

“Lmao amogus, don't worry I just need something, I'm gonna tell you about It after meeting up”  I sighed as I read, I'll just go I guess.

She sent a picture, a picture of her and an emoji to block her face off,sitting on a Park bench, the place is quite familiar place, a park I once visited when I was a child. She sent Another message;

“I'll be waiting even if it'd take hours. Just be sure to go here :>” another photo were sent, this time a photo of her with nothing to block her face except that it's blurry, she's still at the same place. I don't to make her wait so I immediately took a bath. I'm nervous, I've never met any friend that I met online, I'm usually aloof and doesn't socialize that much irl. It took me roughly one hour to arrive at the place, surely she's still waiting. Walking around, I don't know if I'd find her, maybe its just a prank. “Hey!! ████!!” a girl waved her hand over the distance, wait is that really her? She's way more beautiful than the photos, well her photos were always blurred. Walking towards me, I can see her smile, she's quite cheerful than I expected. With her short skirt and a casual tops, it fits with her Petite body, oh hell what am I saying. “Shall we get going then?” she clinged to my arm, like we were someone close to each other, not to mention she already have a bf. “Hey hey, where are we going?” I asked. “Just go with me okay” she smiled while she holds my hand, her soft hand made me comfortable and I just followed her. We ended up on a Fast food chain, ordering food without my consent, well she's the one who paid. Is this some kind of date. She forced me to eat with her and not letting me leave. “So Shane what do you really need?” I asked as I sip down on a smoothie. She started to sob before she speaks, “My boyfriend dumped me” she cries as slams her cup on the table. So basically she just needed comfort, then why did I even had to meet up with her?

“After all those years, 8 fucking years of relationship and he would just end it all. I did everything I can, gave him gifts yet he didn't even gave me the love that I wanted, not even a single kiss or hug from him. He ignored me for 9 fucking months and he'd just show up and say that we're breaking up? Goddamnit, I thought he's going to be the one for me but I was wrong.” she cried out Loud, the other customers looked at us, they might misunderstood it that I made her cry. Pulling out my handkerchief to wipe her tears, I started to hug her, it's the best thing I could do as a friend. “Hey don't cry now, it's alright, you'll find another guy that'd suit your needs, that'll equally love you as much as you do.” I pat her head as she slowly  calmed down, ah fuck now my shirt is wet from her tears and snot. “Thank you,████” she sniffed for the last time. “Is your home nearby? I'm gonna take you home now” I said. “Yeah, it's near here” she said as she rubbed her eyes and held my hand. Walking down the street, she just won't let go of my hand. I bet she's really sad about everything. Dropping by at her house, I decided to leave. “Thank you for today, and please don't do anything to harm yourself, Shane” I said as I open the door. “Im gonna go home too, it's getting late” I added but before I could even exit the door, she hugged me from behind and stopped me. “Can you stay here for a little while” she said as she slowly starts to cry. “Okay, Alright. If that'd be good for you” I said as I pat her head. I closed the door as the sun slowly sets, it's just little while to comfort a friend of mine.