#and he already babies me. like im a porcelain doll

[honeyed-disgraceful]

The balcony is 2here I go be insane and procrastinate

[oceanofsinners]

“My love is my eyes, I am his ears, and you are our HEART.”

Yan!Puppeteer and Yan!Puppet x Gn!Alive porcelain doll♥︎

[mdni, or do, i don't care. omg lore post kind of?? the Multiverse Arche, Nova, and these two live in is large and im making a whole world out of it, so not all of this may make sense. also sorry it ended so abruptly i lost motivation at the end argh]

The Puppeteer came before everything in this wretched Universe, bored and lonely he created himself a lover, someone made from the stars above. 

Then he created The Nine, and the Universe came into existence. It was small at first, larger with every new puppet made. 

But there was only ONE true Puppet, his darling, his toy, his everything.

The first of The Nine to appear was Time, made from his sweethearts torso. Of course, being W̯ͤ̾ͣ͝Hͥ̽ͣ̃̔A̷͙ͭͫ̕T̨͈͗̌ͥ T̨͈͗̌ͥHͥ̽ͣ̃̔Ḛͭ̉̇͟Ỵ̛̖͋͢ A̷͙ͭͫ̕R͉̜̎͡͠Ḛͭ̉̇͟, they simply regenerated.

Due to this, Time’s stomach was made from an hourglass. Rumor has it, when it runs out of black sand, either Time will die or the Puppeteer and Puppet will, meaning Pollylon will die with them.

Her chest is made out of the sand that seeps from cracks in the hourglass, created by a being known as Arche, angry at her for killing his Firefly.

Then came Universe, made from the Puppeteer’s spine, made to be everything and nothing all at once. 

The Universe doesn't have a physical body but neither do they not exist. The Universe is both everything and nothing, you and me. 

Then Life and Death, Life created from the Puppeteer’s eyes and Death from the Puppet’s ears, making something so strong costed both their senses that they lost in the creation of them.

Life’s eyes are pure white, and constantly see every life born from human to animal to even a plant, now and in the past, even in the future. He is blind, and also all-seeing.

While Death constantly hears the screams, moans, and sobs of the dead, from now and in the past, future as well. She is deaf, but can also hear a pin drop.

Love came next, created from one side of each of the Puppeteer’s and Puppet’s hearts, but something corrupted Love’s existence, and another of The Nine was created as well; Heartbreak. 

Love’s heart is constantly visible, constantly beating, the skin around their chest gone, it is said with every beat of Love’s heart, a couple falls in love. 

Heartbreak doesn't have a heart, and is said to be constantly searching for one in the bodies of the couples they break up, hoping to find one to fix their own missing heart.

Then Sleep and Dream came along, Sleep made from the left hand of the Puppeteer and Dream from the right hand of the Puppet. 

Sleep’s left hand is a baby blue, melting into their skin, constantly cool to the touch and able to make anyone fall asleep with a single touch. 

Dream’s right hand is a deep purple, but it's ever changing. Dream is neither cruel nor benevolent, able to conjure up Nightmares bad enough to terrify Gods and Dreams happy enough to warm even Heartbreak’s missing heart.

The last and youngest of The Nine was Fate, rather then being created from a part of the Puppeteer or Puppet, the Puppeteer wove his existence like thread into clothing, and he was born with golden stitches.

Fate is clueless and naive, unknowing of the strings of Fate he holds in his hands, similar to the ones attached to his back, able to be pulled every which way by the Puppeteer.

For a long time, the Puppeteer and Puppet watch as their creations create more, more and more Gods are created by The Nine, more worlds, it was amusing. 

The Puppeteer often busied himself learning about the new diseases the humans find, or about the durability and general stuff about humans. They were so interesting...

But very soon, living in the galaxy grew boring. Even if the Puppeteer had his Puppet, they already know everything about each other, have done everything together. 

“Darlingggg...I'm growing bored..” Puppet whined, and Puppeteer sighed, pushing the violet hair out of his lover’s face. 

“I know, pup. Don't worry, we'll think of something.” Puppeteer signed to his lover, kissing Puppet’s forehead. 

They need something new. So, the two draw a character, adding attributes they found attractive. They wouldn't have emotions or a personality at first, but they'd grow their own soon enough. 

It was a bit of trial and error, especially since the Puppet had liked the idea of the new person being made out of porcelain, like a doll. After all, he's a puppet, so why not have a doll too? 

Eventually, YOU came to appear. 

—

Your eyes flutter open, the world around you freezing cold, the air nipping at your already freezing cold skin. 

You can feel heat radiating off something out side the room, but your mind, without any knowledge of what was going on, only knew to follow the heat.

Unsteady, like a doe on ice, you stand from the bed you were on, immediately grabbing onto a wall for support. 

Your eyes scanned the room with precision, the walls were black, and it smelled strange, but even the candles lit in the room couldn't hide the smell of death and rot.

Steadying yourself, using the wall for support you walk out of the room, looking for that warmth— That you step right into. 

“What—? Pup, is that you?” The voice is curious, and slightly hoarse. Maybe he doesn't speak often. You look up, only to find cloudy eyes staring into nothingness. 

You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a pitiful whine. That seems to clue the person in, who's eyes widen slightly. 

“It's you! I thought you were another failure, I suppose not!” Their voice is cheery now, arms instantly wrapping around your body, as if they're trying to squeeze the magic out of you, yet they're also gentle. 

Unknowing of what to do, you simply melt into them, glad for their warmth. As fast as the warmth came, cold followed after. 

“Darling? Is-Is that them?” The new person, who seems freezing cold, if the air around them is anything, asks with a tremble in their voice, the warm person immediately nods, their head turned towards the colder one. 

“It is.” The warm one signed, which it's weird you can understand, but that might be because of the magic they left inside you. 

The warm person unravels themselves from you, and you whine at the loss making the corners of their lips tug up. 

“Apologies, dolly. But we should introduce ourselves, shouldn't we, Pup?” The warm one speaks while also signing towards “Pup”, who nods, walking closer to the warmth, curling around them like a python. 

“Mhm, I guess we should. I'm Puppet, though my darling and you can call me Pup.” Pup speaks, smiling at you. 

“And I'm the Puppeteer, although some seem to call me A̷͙ͭͫ̕R͉̜̎͡͠L̸̖̽̌͂Ḛͭ̉̇͟Q̦̭̀̾͜U̠҉̷̙ͦI̍̅̀̎̊N̺̻̔̆ͅ for some reason...Either is fine for you and Pup to call me, however!” Puppeteer smiles, which only leaves you without a name. 

But neither seem concerned, and instead guide you to the dining room, but the castle you're in...it seems almost...alive. Doors open on their own, books rearranging themselves, rags cleaning the castle. 

You're quickly sat down, Pup on your left and Puppeteer on your right. There's all different types of food on the table, some more enticing then others. 

“Dolly, see anything you like?” Pup asks, and you shrug. I mean, sure some of it looks good, but it's just food. Pup pouts, and grabs a fork, picking up some spaghetti and spoon feeding it to you. 

They practically spoon feed you the entire time, talking and chatting with each other while you listen, before guiding you to their bedroom, where the two sleep together, while you watch curiously. 

That morning, by the time they're awake you've been up all night, watching. 

“Mm, Dolly, did you stay up all night?” Pup yawns, rubbing his eyes as he looks at you. You nod, and Puppeteer frowns. 

“You shouldn't do that.” Puppeteer says, and you tilt your head like a curious puppy, and he points at your chest. “You're not human, of course, but look.”

Puppeteer walks over, taking off the shirt you had been given by Pup, and opens the plate on your chest. 

You glance down curiously, and freeze. In the middle is a two red hearts, beating quietly, stitched together to create one, with strings from each of your limbs, so you can move. 

“You may not die from lack of sleep, but you will grow lethargic. I'd prefer you happy and awake, alright, dolly?” Puppeteer looks up with a look in his eye that leaves no room for discussion, as if it wasn't a question. You nod, somewhat worried of what would happen if you disagreed. 

Very quickly Puppeteer begins teaching you how to speak while Pup teaches you how to write, the two are amazing teachers and with how you were created, you easily learn everything. 

Even though you're still without a personality, soon you'll make one your self, and realize something.

Created from two lovers hearts into a new being. You have no escape, after all, this is their domain, and there is no way to leave them.♥︎

[toytulini]

I saw Barbie last night, I dont think i have a long film review of it for yall but idk I'll put some thoughts under a readmore I guess?

-Right off the bat, I enjoyed it, it was fun. It was a fun pink poppy romp. Thats about what I expected of it, and thats pretty much what I got

-Its not particularly radical in its gender/feminism takes, its very basic, which, I saw a number of ppl mention that before I saw it so I wasnt expecting anything radical. It couldve done better. it was. fine. im shrug about it i guess.

-My mom enjoyed it and was apparently not expecting any sort of emotional depth or story at all so it caught her off guard. I heard her crying. she cries easy at movies. I'm glad my mom liked it. Maybe she'll absorb some of the very basic feminism it drops idk.

-I knew the Kens adopted patriarchy and introduced it to Barbieland but it felt lile that happened very fast, idk.

-The ending....I. is her going to a gynecologist supposed to be like. shes gotten a vagina by deciding to be human?? or is she trying to schedule a surgery or something? that felt pretty weird to me if im honest, i thought it was gonna be a job interview or smth... Especially with how everyone was like "Barbie is ace (heheeh i agree) cos she has no genitals! (sorry what. excuse me. wanna run that by me again?)" like okay that makes that headcanon reasoning even more dewply uncomfortable that it already was?

-I enjoyed weird Barbie. i wish theyd cast someone else cos iirc ka/te mckin/non was a transmisogynist? unless she apologized or said she changed her mind on the topic since like 2017?? but i havent seen anything? idk. just. annoying to keep platforming these ppl. i guess theres probably other actors involved that have shit views of trans ppl. whatever i guess.

-I did dress up a little. i feel like my outfit had Weird Barbie Vibes. maybe ill post a pic.

-I did enjoy it and it had a number of shots and or transitions i liked, i think the one with the disco ball to the moon or whatever was enjoyable.

-god we really are so weird about barbie

-it just feels factually incorrect that all dolls pre barbie were baby dolls? idk. im sure it was the most common kind. but idk. not to be weird about The History Of Dolls but like. the porcelain dolls from the Victorian era. idk if those count as baby dolls. iirc those were to help young girls practice prepping dead bodies of loved ones for funerals or smth??? but i guess porcelain dolls have a sort of babyish look about them. and are fragile so you cant play rough with them.

-Like i Know its a 2hr long toy commercial for mattel but also god that cant be right. even if they werent filling the same niche as barbie as idk basically a fashion doll? there had to be other dolls right?

-I know the flat foot thing is Supposed to be over the top and silly for them all to get upset about but also tbh. as a bitch with falling arches the way some of yall make jokes about flat feet still is uh. well. rude. but also lmao man. the day my arches started hurting for no reason while i was barefoot did sorta feel emotionally like her feet falling to the ground lol.

-i want to introduce barbie to margot robbie's harley quinn owo. i think that would be Fun :3

-i want Ken's job. how do i do Beach as an occupation.

-I actually liked how they handled Ken and Barbie's rship til the end. i feel weird about that ending overall and also it feels weak wrt her dynamic as Ken. they make him grapple w her not reciprocating his feelings the same way but then she just leaves barbieland anyway?? and ig they dont get to explore a friendship or qpr dynamic. ok. its fine i guess.

-her saying she has no genitalia felt so transgender in a way im not sure it was intended to. ken saying he has all of the genitalia felt even more transgender. headcanoning them both as extremely transgender in fun weird new ways and no one can stop me.

-Allan is my favorite character i think. bro me too

-bibbleless movie. add bibble.

[titsuya]

# SHARE ME !

miya atsumu + miya osamu x f!reader

warning: threesome, double penetration, throat fucking, anal, heavy degradation & praise, use of the pet name pup, birthday sexxxx, tsumu being jealous <3 switch!reader MINORS DNI 18+

wc: 1.6k+

sar’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE BOYS, I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH. enjoy my greatest fantasy also i was like half asleep finishing this so if i write the wrong your/you’re… im so sorry

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“hey, Y/N, what’s u— what the fuck?!” atsumu can’t finish his sentence, screeching as he sees you in pretty, pink lingerie.

osamu is in complete and utter awe, feeling the way his cock twitches to life upon seeing you so pretty… almost like a porcelain doll. he can’t bring himself to say anything, exhaling shakily.

“hi, tsum,” you give him a faux innocent smile. “nd hey there, pretty boy,” you say, averting your eyes to osamu’s rose tinted cheeks, giggling softly at how nervous he is.

atsumu pouts slightly at his lack of a compliment, but you walk towards him placing your cold hands on his warm cheeks, muttering softly, “don’t be jealous, baby, there’s enough compliments for the two of you.” you hum.

it’s weird to them. they’ve both had a crush on you, their best friend, for so long. you never showed much interest in either of them, just the small flirty banter and whatnot, but not enough to prove that you like either of them.

“Y/N, what’s goin’ on?” atsumu asks, breath wobbly with how close you are.

you hum, wiping your thumb across his soft lip, “what? i can’t give my favorite boys a birthday present?” you chuckle, stepping back. “maybe, i won’t—“

osamu grabs a hold of your hand, “wait…” his wavering voice makes you smile. “we… wan’ it.”

you giggle again, “good boy, use your words. both of you. ‘m your present, so tell me what you want nd ‘ll give it to you.”

their throats go dry, heads slowly turning to look at each other then back to you. you can see their hard cocks through their pants and you feel your own mouth water at the thought of them. you never had to see their dicks to know they were fucking massive.

you can tell they’ve been thinking about what they wanna say for a minute so you smile sweetly, dropping to your knees.

“while you two think, can i have some fun down here?” you ask, wanting to make sure it’s what they wanted before nearly devouring their cocks.

how can they resist, though? you’re so gorgeous. your mouth covered in red lipstick and your lashes voluminous due to the mascara you had applied prior to their arrival. you were perfect. their dream girl.

they both eagerly nod their head yes, quickly pulling down their pants. you watch as atsumu’s cock slaps against his covered abdomen, a flushed pink tip already leaking precum. he was big. bigger than you had expected. the prominent veins on his cock making your cunt clench around nothing. osamu, though, the tip of his cock colored a light shade of purple and the way his balls looked so full could make you cum untouched.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” you mumbled, grasping both shafts in your hands, not sure who to suck off first. “hmm, who first?”

“me, ‘m older!” tsumu says, vastly. he didn’t want osamu to win you over because that’s already what it seems like. “me, baby, please.”

you look to osamu and smile, “you got next, mmkay?” he nods, shyly and shudders at your beauty.

you spit in your hand, moving it back to wrap loosely around osamu’s cock before wrapping your red lips around the tip of atsumu’s cock, dragging your tongue across his slit, licking up all the salty precum.

you push your mouth down his cock, making sure you keep a steady up and down jerk on ‘samu’s cock. you hear a small moan and you’re sure it’s tsumu, looking up at him through your lashes— you were correct.

he throws his head back, biting on his lip. you moan, delightedly, sending vibrations to his cock and you feel him twitch.

you remove your mouth, making him whine. “give me a little, pretty pup.”

you wrap your hand his cock, stroking it with ease, listening to the way he moans at the nickname and your hand.

you turn your head to osamu and notice his lip in between his teeth, holding back his moans. obviously, you weren’t going to let the happen, wrapping your mouth around his cock, forcing your head down as far as it could go.

osamu was holding on for dear life, feeling the way your tight throat entraps his thick cock. he gasps, unintentionally thrusting into your mouth like a mad man. you gag, loudly, tears pricking in your eyes.

“oh, fuuuck, dollface,” he finally groans out and you can feel the way your pussy leaks with arousal. “like that, mmph,”

you quickly pull your mouth off, gasping for air, drool slipping down your chin. a smile forming on your lips, as you look up at them, breathless and as hot as ever.

“so? do you wanna cum in my mouth or…?”

they look at each other again and smirk, “we wanna fuck you,” atsumu says.

“at the same time.” osamu finishes.

and that’s when you knew. they had talked about this fantasy before. that they had thought about you all slutty taking both of their fat cocks at the same time.

and that’s how you end up on top of osamu, getting ready to sit on his cock. he looks at you, pupils blown out, ready to feel your warm pussy around him. atsumu was behind you, rubbing lube over your puckered hole and his length, so excited to fuck your ass.

“you ready, pretty girl?” osamu had asked and you nodded. you line his cock up with your dripping hole, sinking down onto it. you gasp, cunt clamping down over his cock immediately.

the stretch burns in a pleasurable way. “samu!” you moan, mouth hanging open and eyes nearly rolling back as he bottoms out. “ooh, fuck!”

atsumu rolls his eyes, tapping against your ass, “can i, baby? can i put it in?”

your head is dizzy. you’re already about to cum just by the way osamu’s cock twitches inside of your tight cunt. how could you handle another cock inside you? you’re sure you would pass out, yet there’s a rush of adrenaline in your body that wants to find out.

“yes! tsum, put it in!” you whine. “wanna feel both of your cocks!”

tsumu pushes his cock into your tight ring of muscle getting sucked inside your very tight ass. he feels like he might faint. or cum quick. or both. but he holds himself back, refusing to release before his younger twin.

“f-fu-fuck! tsu-tsumu! atsumu, hah!” you cry out, trying to get used to the sheer size of his cock. it was so much, almost too much. “oh!”

they both feel you tightening like a vice around them and watched as you arched your back and let your mouth hang open as you scream.

“cummin’ for us already?” atsumu pants, slowly starting to move his cock in nd out of you. “ya must’ve dreamt about this for a while, huh?”

you cry out, “fuck! yes! mhm, so long!” you admit, trying to come down from your high, nearly collapsing on osamu’s chest. osamu grips onto your hips tightly, near bruising, starting to thrust into you.

“god damn, doll, ‘s so tight. yer suckin’ us in like a greedy slut,” osamu blurts out the filthy words almost feeling bad, but he feels the way you tighten again.

apparently, tsumu feels it, too. your tight ass getting even tighter with his brothers degrading nickname.

“yer still our good girl, aren’t ya?” he asks, punctuating every few words with a deep thrust making you mewl in between them. “yeah, ya like bein’ called a good girl and a slut, huh?”

you can’t answer, getting caught up, letting out a throaty moan instead. tears of pain mixed with pleasure falling down your face, mascara trailing with them.

“answer him, pretty,” osamu grunts.

“fuuuck yes! i don’t, hngg, don’t care! just fuck me harder! please,”

osamu coos, near mocking. it shocked you. how was he so shy before and now he’s so… mean. “you’re such a pretty little slut, baby.”

you can feel both cocks rubbing against your gummy walls and your eyes cross. it’s heavenly.

you sob out both of their names, unable to hold back your impending orgasm with all the praise and degradation and the double penetration. you had to cum again.

“cumming! gonna cum!” you scream.

atsumu gives you a giggly moan, “that’s it, baby, hmmph, cum for us. such a good— ugh, little girl.”

the tight knot in you stomach snaps at the permission, “cumming!”

osamu groaned, feeling he was close to cumming as well. his cock just throbbing and he would give just anything to cum inside your cute little cunny.

atsumu was close, too. he has been for awhile. he was now brutally pounding your ass, squeezing and groping the fat of your ass, moaning an whining about how good you feel.

“gonna cum, too, pretty.” osamu moaned, eyes rolling back, his sweat dripping down his face. “gonna let cum inside? gonna let me fill up this pretty pussy?”

you’re tired, no thoughts in your head. you no, vigorously at his words, not thinking about it. “cu-cum inside. b-both of you. cum for me. cum for me, my pretty boys.” you heave, still feeling euphoric.

and then like planned, both of their hips stutter. osamu cums first, deep groans erupting from his throat. a mix of sweet and mean words streaming from his mouth. atsumu finally releases, as well, crying out your name.

they slowly ride out their high, making you milk their cocks for what their worth. you’re all gasping for air, trying to relax.

“happy birthday, boys.” you hum, falling to his chest, shutting your eyes, relishing in the state of complete ecstasy.

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[pianorexic000]

Sweetspo Saturday

Hi y’all, so today is sweetspo Saturday.......

it speaks for itself. By the way, none of these are mine. I take no credit I have 0 creativity.

I dream of collarbones and thigh gaps, of hips jutting out and ribs just visible, casting shadows on porcelain flesh. I dream of crop tops and denim shorts, of thigh highs and sugar highs. And when I lay in bed at night, counting the calories of the day before my mind can’t help but wander, and I press into my doughy stomach, feel the hips hiding underneath, and remind myself how far I’ve come, and how far I still have to go.

Please listen, I know, I know it’s hard but listen, focus, you, you the most beautiful person on this whole entire planet you are going to make it, I promise you sweetheart, you’re going to make it. Think about it, think about how skinny you’ll be, how happy you will be, how you are going to be able to wear what you want, how you are going to be able to eat what you want and no one is going to make you feel bad for eating, no one. They’re going to be jealous, so fucking jealous, jealous of how you look and how you feel. They’re going to envy you. So stand up, keep your pretty head up and go. Exercise, drink water, eat less, eat healthy, sleep, do yoga, dance around. Get skinny and be finally happy. Please be finally happy.

You’ve been so disappointed in yourself lately. You’ve cursed those girls with a fast metabolism and regretted so much, sweetie. Countless of times you’ve thought, planned and wished to be skinny. I know you want this so badly, honey. But it’s never going to be given to you, sugar. You have to work for it and make yourself proud! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

I know you’re very impatient with your weight-loss. You want to lose it NOW and would do anything to wake up tomorrow at you ugw. But that’s never going to happen, doll. It’ll take time, but you will get there, sweetie. You just have to be persistent and never give up. The road is very long, and there will be days where it’ll feel hopeless, angel. But i promise you that those days where you feel incredibly sexy and comfortable in your own skin are just around the corner. You’ll get there baby, but it’ll take time. So don’t beat yourself up.

You’ll look good in everything; you remember that bikini with the cute print? yes, you’ll look beautiful in it. you won’t look like a fat pig.

people will be jealous; they’ll envy you. you’ll become thinner while others are getting fatter.

you’ll be dainty; you’ll be the lightest in the room. everyone will be able to pick you up effortlessly.

others will compliment you; people will look at you and say “wow, have you lost weight?” “you look great!” “i wish i looked like you.”

you won’t be able to keep more than a cup of food down; you’ve trained your body, you and your body both know its limits.

you’ll have power; you can can control how you look, you’ll have control. self control instead of eating everything in sight. you’ll be proud when you refuse a chocolate bar someone is offering.

are you going to keep saying “i’ll do it tomorrow”

or are you going to start today?

you’ll get there sweetie, make them regret the day they dare call you fat; they’ll start talking GOOD behind your back; “she is losing so much weight omg” “ i wanna look like her.” “im so jealous of her tiny waist.”

make it happen, you cause the gain of weight

and the loss of weight.

It's Okay!

You were really bad this weekend weren’t you? You ate fatty food and cheated on your diet? I know you bash yourself for pushing yourself further from your goal, but it was just Easter and you were enjoying spending time with your family. Unfortunately that included eating. Thin is all you think about cutie, why would you stuff your face uncontrollably like that, sugar? You can’t stop now, i know it’s hard but it’ll be worth it in the end.

Meanspo

Dear You,

You’ve grown up being the “big” girl. You’ve grown up being the “I want seconds” girl. You entered college being the “let’s eat out because it’s easier” girl.

When will you be the “I eat healthy” girl? The “people can pick me up” girl? The “I love my body” girl?

Today? Oh, right, you say tomorrow. Funny, that’s what you said yesterday.

It’s YOUR fault you’re fat. You don’t control your fatty urges to binge and stuff your face. One day, you’ll regret that. And that day is TODAY. If you regret it, then make a change. Skip that meal. Eat less calories. Exercise and burn what you have consumed and stored from your past pathetic eating habits. Get rid of your fatty urges. BECOME SKINNY…Become beautiful. Because if you don’t start today, you’ll only hate yourself tomorrow… again.

Do it. Do it so you can wear cute short shorts without everyone looking at your thighs and being disgusted.

Do it for that bitch who always called you fat at middle school.

Do it for that fuckboy who never looked at you as girlfriend potencial.

Do it so you can be confident.No seriously you’ll never be confident with that big tummy dude.

Do it so you don't ALMOST DIE in fitting rooms.

Do it for the cute clothes.

Do it for the summer.

Do it for the pool parties and how all of your friends will be SHOOK at your perfect body.

Do it for that life little baby. You deserve it. You deserve so much happiness.

Imagine you’re sitting at your desk in your perfectly decorated bedroom. You’re doing school work (all A’s of course), and since the lighting is good, you stop studying for a second and take a selfie.

You notice your collarbones are perfectly peaking out, and your chest bones are slightly visible. You have no makeup on but you still look absolutely gorgeous. Your flawless skin (that you got from not eating junk food all the time) looks great on your camera. Your thin arms look especially toned in this picture, and your smile is unforgettable.

You decide to post it to Instagram, and it instantly gets likes and comments saying how gorgeous you look. You want to keep studying…but the amount of likes and attention is distracting!

You think to yourself “Amazing how my life has changed. 30lbs ago I barely got 30 likes. My grades were bad and I had horrible acne…it’s so great what being thin can do to a person”

One day I won’t have to suck in

One day I’ll sit down and not have belly rolls

One day my thighs won’t touch

One day I’ll be able to see my ribs

One day I’ll step on the scale and smile

One day I’ll be able to smile at my protruding collar bones

One day I’ll wear the clothes I want

One day I’ll be confident

One day I’ll be skinny

do it for the boy who leaves your snapchats at read. imagine how quickly he’ll reply when he sees how good you look in your new body. do it for the girls you envy, the girls who show up in crop tops and short shorts whilst you hide behind a baggy sweater. imagine how proud you’ll feel when you can finally wear what you want and look just as good, if not better than them. do it for the people who bullied you about your weight and the boys who turned you down because of it. watch them gawk and whisper among themselves at how much weight you’ve lost. do it for the mean girls, the ones that walk around school like they own the place, the ones who’s parties you never get invited to, the ones that all the boys want. prove yourself to them. soon they’ll notice you and you’ll be too proud to care. own your new found confidence, throw your own parties, feel wanted. do it for the boy you’ve been crushing on since the first time you met. make him want you just as you wanted him. laugh at yourself as he chases after you. watch him suffer just as you did. do it for the bikini you’ve never had the body to wear. make your old self proud. wear that bikini. finally feel good in it. go to the beach and the pool and show it off. it belongs on you. do it for yourself. do it for your own happiness and do it right now. you deserve this. it might take some time and maybe you’re growing impatient. but it’s okay, everything good takes time. so be safe, stay strong, and don’t give up. this will be worth the wait. trust me.

I literally cannot fucking wait until I’m thin. I can’t wait to not feel like the outsider in my friend group. I can’t wait to not feel like the ugly friend. I can’t wait to be as thin as my best friend and for people to not see me as a charity case. I can’t wait to be able to go shopping and not worry about what will hide my fat. I can’t wait to see my collarbones and feel great in shorts. I can’t wait to be able to post selfies confidently from any angle and get as many likes as all the thin girls from school. I can’t wait to be someone else’s thinspo. I can’t wait to be happy with myself. I can’t wait to be thin.

Okie lovey, I know you might have had a rough couple of days or maybe you’ve been doing everything right and you just need a little pick me up. That’s okay too. I’m here for you, maybe not there physically but I’m still here. Make some tea, and take a bath; while you’re in there light a few candles and take time for yourself. Paint your nails read a book or simply think about bettering yourself. You’re almost there, I’m so excited for you! I’m going to be there when you cross that finish line (UGW). Finished with tea? Are you hungry? No. Exactly, chin up sweetheart, you got this. I love you

10 Reasons I want to be Thin

1. A flat stomach looks so good in anything. 2. No more armpit fat. 3. Finally have a thigh gap (again). 4. Feel beautiful and in control 5. people you already know will ask you how you did it, new people you meet will fall in love with you. 6. Go on adventures and have fun without worrying about your fat jiggling around. 7. Tan outside or at the lake without wanting to die because you’re too fat for a bikini. 8. Going out to parties and making friends because you’re confident and beautiful. 9. Not wanting to cry every time you see your full body in a mirror/ reflection. 10. Not crying in general anymore. Finally being happy.

11 Reasons Why I'm Doing This

1. To be the skinny friend

2. So I can be lifted up and be called light

3. To wear anything and still look cute

4. To have pretty bones to show off

5. To hear those words; ‘Have you lost weight?’

6. To not feel guilty when having a sweet treat (occasionally!)

7. To wear tight jeans and not have a muffin top

8. To not want to cry every time I look in the mirror

9. To not feel embarrassed in a bikini or swimsuit

10. To sit on someone’s lap without fear of crushing them

11. To finally feel happy with myself

They are in the kitchen making dinner. It smells so good, and all you want to do is have some. But would that make you happy? Would that food actually do anything for you? Sure, it would taste good. But as soon as you swallow, it would be gone. You’d take a drink of water, and the taste would wash away. Five minutes of fun, and then you’d be full. Full of food, regret, hate, shame, and disgust. Today would be yet another day wasted. So go ahead, eat the food. Be the fat tub of lard you always have been. Or don’t. Don’t eat the food. Be a day closer to your goal.

The choice is yours.

[riverleyk]

Vampire stuff

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"So what do you think started all this?" Safira paused at the question. She should've expected it. Andrew told her to be honest with the therapist. Answer any questions..She knew this was the time for that but an answer didn't come to her mind. What did start all this? All this constant fear and worry. She took a deep breath "This..It's a long story..Could take awhile.." The therapist nodded and tapped her pen on her board "Go ahead. Whatever you need to share." Safira nodded and looked down at her sprinkle patterned dress. ~~~~~~~ Vermont and Eilsa Stone gave eachother reassuring smiles, they're marriage was rocky but nether wanted to give up on it. To vampires marriage is a complete devotion, and with Vermont's high society status any drama they let slip through the cracks could result horribly. They both had hopes that this child would be a final push to make things normal and steady. The babys skin was porcelain white. Along with her hair. Her eyes had a purple tone instead of taking on the burgundy tones of her parents. They named her Safira and for the first few years the plan they set in place seemed to be working. It was hard to fight when they had to focus so much on the small child, any frustration they showed in public was easily nodded off as being due to the new parent rolls. Eilsa even found new ways to cope with the less the fulfilling marriage in cooking special treats for the young on. And Vermont.. He found a new item to control in her. Eilsa was a strong willed vampire. She was raised to hold to her wants. Vermont found her hard to influence and work with. Him being so used to singly having those around him obey, it annoyed him that she kept her resilience despite supposedly devoting herself. The child was easier, she knew nothing of the world around her and listened to Vermont as though he was the top authority. She was simple and useful, and saw him as a lord. She'd do as he said, and the few times she wouldn't was easily fixed with a simple slap to the face. Though of course he couldn't commit such acts of discipline while his wife was home. He'd always wait until she was away on the hunt or out on walks. The child grew beautifully. Devoted to her father the way his ridged wife refused to be. He taught her how to fly and transform, but always told her she wouldn't need to. For he could provide to her anything she needed. She was a pet, to be pampered but obedient. He called her Kitten, as a show of affection and dominance. Yes Safira was the perfect women to Vermont. Obedient, loyal, beautiful.. She was everything his wife refused to be, and unfortunately due to this.. He began to lust for her more then he had for Eilsa. She grew well into her figure, a little plump due to the pampering but that only really added to the appeal. And Vermont already knew he could take from her any bit of innocence he craved. ~~~~~ Safira paused with a shaky breath. She wasn't crying but she could feel the heart in her chest burning. The therapist scanned her with their eyes and wrote on their board. "If you don't want to continue I won't make you. But the more I know the better I can attempt to help yoy process it all." She nodded and played with the rim of her skirt. "..Now If..Andrew has told me before that..It's not my fault..a-any of this..But sometimes I wonder if I could have stopped it sooner.." She trailed off into her continuation of events. ~~~~~~~ The night was a faded but painful memory. Eilsa coming home to the sight of betrayal and indecency. She already knew that her daughter was a weak servant to her lord, but she didn't imagine the two would be so depraved as to commit those intimate acts. She screamed at the pair and demanded separation. Be it shameful or not this marriage and degeneracy had to end. She tried to convince the child to come with her, but Vermonts claws where already dug to deep and it proved to be a lost cause. The child was a good as a doll on a shelf and Eilsa made sure she knew it before she left. Her departure rose a fuss for the two.

Vermont couldn't stay in his home any longer and had to take the child and move somewhere better. Somewhere private where no one else could interfere with his loyal Kitten. The mansion he erected in the woods proved to work gratefully. He continued his life, though now having to split up his time much more to make up for the lack of a second hunter. His kitten picked up the hobby of designing on sewing, he fed into it to keep her busy while he's away. ~~~~~~~~ Whenever she wasn't serving her master, the girl was sewing dresses and gowns. The cozy cabin he gave her to allow room for her hobby became a safe place for her, as her brain began to wrestle with the thought that she could do more then be a doll to him. One day she hummed softly to herself, seeing away at a lavender and honey themed gown. The needle pricked her finger tip and she yelped softly sucking on the wound. A chime irrupted signaling her to her master's return, and like the obedient pet she was she walked to the mansion to greet him. The kiss at the door and the hands on her body was expected. His breath on her neck sent a shiver down her spine, a tring of fear followed it. She gave a small wince and stepped back for a moment "Welcome home Daddy." She gave a smile. As she was ment to. "I'm..It looks like the hunt went well. Did you-" He cut her off "Enough with the talking Kitten. Daddy needs to relieve some stress." She hesitated in her next sentence "If..im would love to help. But..My tummy hurts. I was actually going to-" "I said enough with the talking." His voice took a sharp tone, causing the girl to stiffen. She wasn't lying again the pain in her stomach, but she knew how arguing with him would end. She knew her place. He grabbed her by the waist, just as forceful as ever. Sending a wave of unease through her. Unlike every other day however, something else shot along with it. A hot anger. She allowed herself to be shoved into the wall and touched, but the anger increased. She tried to voice it but was silenced swiftly with a slap and degrading name. She ran her hands to his shoulders and her eyesight went red. The next thing she could recall was sitting in the floor of the mansion, blood lining her dress and spilling out of the neck of her master. His veins were torn as though done by an animal, the black fluid stained the carpet and his suit. The anger left nearly as fast as it came, leaving a horrible pain in her stomach and dreadfully overwhelming regret in every action.

[myheroaizawashota]

Howdy! Can I get some uhhhhh headcanons for how Shinsou and Eri might react to the birth of Aizawas daughter? The child would have his black hair and her moms purple eyes. What would they think? And would the reader (the mother) and Aizawa think of their new family?

[so for this one I kind of took it further back than the birth. I hope that’s okay!!! Them finding out aizawa was going to be having his own child and then seeing the baby for the first time sorry if it’s so long! I always get carried away for dadzawa]

It’d been one year since Eri had been placed in the custody of you and you’re husband, and two since Shinso began to take up a regular residence at your home. You loved being a mother, especially to two amazing and incredible children. It was no shock that when you’d found out that your family would be increasing by one new member you were ecstatic. A child of your own grew in your womb, your hands pressed softly against the front of your shirt. It was shocking to say the least. While you had grown used to the idea of being a mother and were more than thrilled for your newly announced pregnancy, you never thought it’d actually happen.

Your husband handled the news as well as you anticipated he would. There was a bit of mourning for the remainder of his dreams of one day finally being able to sleep, but overall he was thrilled to grow your family and very much excited to have a child that was a combination of both you and him.

The oldest of your adopted children seemed disinterested in the news, though he was a teenager. It didn’t seem like he hated the idea of the newest addition to the house hold, though he didn’t seem excited. “A big brother? Arent I already a big brother.” He had a point there...

No ones reaction concerned you more than your youngests however, the look on her porcelain doll like face was devastating. You could see it in those cherry eyes of hers that she harbored unease about the news. It was subtle, but spending as much time with the child as you did you could tell something wasn’t right.

Your suspicions only grew the further along your pregnancy progressed, the small child slowly but surely detatching herself from you. It broke your heart, biological or not she was still your baby as well.

You addressed the issue with your husband, only for him to shut down your theory all together. He stretched his arms out, settling into your shared bed. His palm seeked across the sheets to rest on your swollen stomach, his eyes closing. “Nothing is wrong. You’re illogically worrying yourself. It’s the hormones in your body causing you to feel a certain way. Eri still acts fine with me, i can promise you everything is fine. Now go to sleep. It’s late and I have to be up in three hours, I’d like to try and get some sleep myself.”

To your dismay, your husband couldn’t have been any more wrong. By the time you’d reached your third trimester the small girl had reverted back to a state where she would no longer come near you, avoiding your presence no matter the cost. She even stopped calling you mommy, which killed you. It was shortly after you’d lost the title of mommy that the small girl began referring to your husband as Mr.Aizawa once more instead of daddy.

You attempted once more to address the subject with Shouta, this time he agreeing that something was different in the child. It was clear something was eating away at the small girl and both you and your husband were curious as to what that was. It was blatantly obvious the the two of you were going to need to sit down with her and talk things over. When your husband headed towards your daughters room, his chest collapsed to see the space empty and the window open. She was gone. “Eri?....Eri!”

His hair wavered above his shoulders as his eyes pierced red, he flying from the small child’s bedroom. This was uncommon behavior of her. Typically the young girl wouldn’t go anywhere without either your husband or you accompanying her, but suddenly she’s vanished.

You were unaware of the current incident, your body laid up on the couch, hand casually resting against your stomach. Though when your husband flew into the room, you craned your neck back to glance at him, humming in response “what’s wrong? Is something wrong?”

“I went to talk to Eri, like we agreed upon, and she’s not in her bedroom. She hasn’t come through here has she?”

Your husbands tone shook you. You could hear the concern in it, and for a man who held a tight poker face when it came to his emotions, you were terrified. You felt your throat dry up as you heart began to race in your chest. “No, the last i saw her she was playing in her bedroom.”

It turned out the small child had run away, leaving no clues or hints as to where she’d gone. It turned your gut to think your little girl was out there alone. Who knows what could be wrong, what if she’d gotten hurt. What if she’d lost control of her quirk and someone else was hurt? What if she wasn’t coming back. Your husband and Shinso spent the entire day searching for the small child, both coming up empty handed. Neither would relent though, both boys spent the next two days searching every inch of the city.

It was Shinso who found the small girl. Don’t let this boy fool you, even though he acted pained by the younger child’s presence in his life, he would put his own life at risk for her. The instant he saw her he wound his arms tightly around her small shoulders, drawing her body flush against his shoulder “what were you thinking running off like that eri? Do you have any clue how worried everyone is about you?”

Eri just stood whimpering against the older boys body, her face tucking into the familiar scarf around his neck. “Shinso what if when the new baby is born Y/N and Mr. Aizawa won’t want me anymore...”

He was floored by the child’s remark. For him that thought seemed so trivial, while Aizawa could be distanced and strict he was confident in the fact his adoptive father loved him. He knew his parents adored Eri, he couldn’t grasp her perspective. “Why wouldn’t they want you any more E? They love you”

Her little body shook with tears, she clutching the fabric of the others shirt in her hands. “But Im not theirs! They aren’t my real mommy and daddy! Theyre gonna send me back shisno I don’t wanna go back i don’t wanna!”

It was then shinso did something you’d rarely see. He himself let a few tears pass the corners of his eyes as his hand pressed to the back of the girls head pulling her in closer. “Relax and take a breath, your going to make yourself sick.” He hummed rubbing small circles on the girls back. “You know...when I first moved in with Aizawa and his wife, I wasn’t expecting my life to change like this. Before I came to live with them I was alone, not that it bothered me. I’ve always been alone. I don’t know who my actual parents were...and that used to bother me...But now it doesn’t so much anymore. I don’t know if my real parents just didn’t want me, or if they had to leave me, but ever since I moved in here....I don’t think about it anymore. I know who my parents are now. I may not be related by blood to Aizawa or Y/N but I have never once doubted their love for me. They’ve given me everything i need in life, just like real parents do. Y/N took care of me when I was injured, when I was sick, when I was upset. I don’t worry about who my mother was because she is my mother now, and I love her unconditionally. Aizawa gave me everything I have, he trained me to fight, to use my quirk in different ways for the better, he even fought for me to have my dream obtained...he has done far more then a mentor ever would and I appreciate him for that. He is my father. They even gave me a little sister....” he grinned lips pressing to her forehead “they gave me a family and made me feel like i belonged somewhere. We are a family Eri, and no matter who else comes into our family mom and dad will love us...let’s get you home, okay?”

The small girl clutched onto her big brother for dear life, her little legs tightening around his waist as she let her head rest on his shoulder. She felt a lot better now after hearing what her brother had to say. She was dirty and tired, it’d been two days since she’d left home and she missed her mommy and daddy. She was ready to go back.

The instant shinso walked through the doors with the small child in his arms, both you and your husband swarmed around him. Aizawa plucked the girl from the older boys arms, he gently squeezing her against his chest, lips pressing to her temple. The small girl just curled herself into her father’s hold, her big ruby eyes looking up at him with a teary glaze. “Daddy are you mad at me?”

“Furious. Let me see, are you okay? No body hurt you?” He hummed, lightly taking her cheeks in his hand, turning her head to inspect her, making sure there were no scraps and bruises underneath the dirt that covered her cheeks. “We’ll discuss your punishment later, don’t you EVER do something so irresponsible again, do you hear me?”

You waddled your way along side your husband, anticipating the small girl to shy away from you. Your heart clenched when she reached her little arm out for you, the tears that glazed her eyes finally streaming down her cheeks. You ran a finger under her eyes to wipe the tears away, kissing away at her little face. “Oh my baby....”

The small girl whimpered struggling to break free of her father’s arms looking to seek comfort in yours. You knew she wanted to be held but she was to heavy and you were to pregnant to safely do so. Instead you pulled her right against your side, kissing the top of her head. “It’s okay Eri....mommy has you....I’m never going to let you go again, your safe. Come on baby let’s get you all cleaned up. I’ll make you something to eat when you’re all cleaned up okay?” You hummed, holding the girls hand in your own. “You’re still in trouble though missy, you worried daddy and I half to death”

The little girl squeezed your hand clinging to your side as you two walked off towards the bath, she burying herself in your hip. You wanted to be furious with the child for pulling such a ridiculous stunt, but you couldn’t. You were too relieved she was safe. You’d just have to leave the bad cop routine to your husband, he was better at it. You were drawn from your thoughts when the six year old child tugged your hand and looked up at you with the softest candy apple eyes. “Mommy?”

“Yes baby?”

“I’m sorry i scared you and daddy so much...do you still love me?....”

Your heart broke at that question. How could this little girl think you’d ever stop loving her. Hand on your lower back, you gently lowered yourself to your knee, hand moving to cup her little cheek “I will always love you Eri, no matter what happens you will always be my baby girl and mommy and daddy will always love you..”

The little girl threw herself into your arms, she hiding her face away in the crook of your neck as you rubbed her back. She was wrong you and your husband were her real parents. Everything Shinso said to her was right.

For the remaining month of your pregnancy Eri seemed very well adjusted to the fact she’d soon be an older sibling. While at times she still did seem to have a bit of unease about the new baby, it was all quickly dispelled the day the baby was born. A girl. A sister!!! Eri had a little sister to play with.

The baby had dark black hair to match your husband but the same soft lavender eyes as you. She was adorable, and Eri was for the first time excited. She stood looming over your side at the baby in your arms, she gently reaching her small hand out to touch the babies. “I can’t wait till I can play with her. I’m gonna share all my toys, and were gonna be best friends!”

You couldn’t help but grin, pulling the small girl into bed with you. “I know you will be baby. You’re gonna be the best big sister ever. Maybe later you and your brother can hold her.”

Shinso even gave a grin to that, he standing with his arms crossed over his chest. “Pass, babies aren’t my forte. Come back to me when she’s 3 or so. Less likely to spew bodily fluids on me then.”

Eri however was eager to the idea, she smiling over at the little baby. She couldn’t wait to be a big sister. It was gonna be fun! She was silly to ever think her parents would love her any less.

Your husband hummed and plucked the older of the two girls out of the bed placing her on his hip. “Your mom needs to rest, lets give her and the baby some privacy.” His lips pressed to eris nose. “How about we go get something for lunch, and when we get back you can hold your sister.”

Shinso was out the door with the mention of food, he waving his mom and new sibiling off as he left. Eri looked back over her father’s shoulder waving. “Bye baby!!! Bye mommy! I love you”

“We love you too Eri...”

“Oh! And I love you too daddy.”

Aizawa gave a hum, arms lightly squeezing the girls body. He loved his little family, no he adored them. “I love you too, now let’s go.”

[dxmagedrose]

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PRESENTING. RANDOM DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO-MUN AT 2AM ;

FIRST NAME Good fucking question… It’s (sort-of) currently Dylann! I was Kieran before that, though; it’s still used as one of my first names and I’m not used to Dylann quite yet bc I’ve just started using it. 

Indigo is one of my middle names though, and I’ve used it as an online handle elsewhere forever so I use it here now!  [ Fun etymology facts: Dylan(n) is a mythology name generally meaning “born of the wave” (aspiring diver & a water witch at heart). Kieran means “little dark one” bc of my love for horror, && I chose Indigo bc as a kid to be it was neither boy (blue) or purple (girl) and was both and neither as well as my absolute favorite color as this vibrant ass mystical color. ]

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF hmmmmm…. I’m a horror lover at heart, so as a child (I wanna say 12), I was walking through an antique store (I have a few cool finds, I considered putting my other one as the fact tbh) and I turned the corner and I saw these two dolls staring back at me at the foot of the stairs of this antique building. my blood froze, and i felt my stomach drop. i got actual, physical goosebumps stumbling across these two creepy dolls staring back at me in the corner, and i couldn’t leave the store without them. perhaps the little painted porcelain boy would be somewhat spooky by himself if it wasn’t for the terrifying lidded gaze of the porcelain girl with the hairline fractures and slightly open lips. i cant look at her. i dont really find dolls scary, I like to find the spookier ones ones, and she makes me paranoid as hell. i keep her face covered and her up in my closet except for when i bring her out to show her off proudly as the spookiest thing I have but……. i dont really collect dolls anymore.  even thinking about her brings a fearful tear to my eye.  i don’t like to think about her for very long, but that’s why I’m so fucking proud to own her. ( YES — I’m THAT white person in the horror film )

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hhhhh a beardy jawline, high cheekbones, crooked canine teeth >:3c

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF b.l.t.’s with avocado. ahhhh. my mouth is watering just thinking about it, oh my god. just a bit of salt and pepper???

A FOOD YOU HATE barbecue anything, i hate the taste of bbq sauce, you keep your nasty black goo to yourselves at the grill. twice in my life i have presented with barbecue pizza and both times i cried literal tears. why would you do such a horrible thing to a person? what kind of a monster are you? how do you sleep at night?!

GUILTY PLEASURE the sims. constantly. always. i’ve sunk thousands of hours into my households. oh also uhhhhhh i run two 80s horror blogs, one being a shitpost blog with occasional art of mine and one gremlin fanfic ship blog for horrible, terrible self indulgent fanfics i’ll get the courage to finish writing & post so i can be cancelled on tumblr for at some point. NO, i won’t link them. as i pretend they’re even all that hard to find, within a day i was found on both by someone i admire here a lot :’) ilu bby thnk u eternally for supporting ur local horrifying dumbass wtf

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN the same clothes i’ve been wearing all day usually, my sweats & long sleeve raglans or my hoodies. i like being cozy day & and out. and ugh. efoort. just throw me in a blanket in a cool room and im out.

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships with some openness or poly. i wish i could fling! just not exactly easy for demisexual autistics lmao.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE I think I would be adopted by my grandma as a kid. It would save me some trauma but mostly I think it would get my autism diagnosed way earlier and save me angsting all these years of wondering why & thinking it’s my fault I’m struggling so much and so loud and affectionate and different in a world that i didnt fit in the same way. 

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON when i get drunk i text people how much they mean to me in my life. does that answer your question? ahhh. i’m sometimes a cuddle monster with friends, i message people with long texts about how much they mean to me, but I sometimes really don’t like to be touched at all. 

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN FLYPAPER.  F L Y P A P E R.  FLYPAPER.  FLY, and, I can’t stress this enough, fucking PAPER. ( Though also Whole Nine Yards and both Re-Animator & Bride ). I have watched Flypaper already like, 5 times this week and I’m still not done, and the other movies have been on repeat for days in this household within the last year. In the past it has also been Donnie Darko & the new Nightmare on Elm Street.  roast me.

FAVORITE BOOK White Fang by Jack London. Have I actually ever finished it? No. Do I still own a copy I’ve had since childhood thru multiple dogs eating it, taking it to and from school, and highlighting and circling all the best parts of chapter one ever since I was a kid and it was too hard of a book for me to read? You bet your ass. If I ever need inspiration I just reread chapter 1. Although one of my other favorites was Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. But White Fang is like, a weirdly personal text. We stan London’s writing in this household.

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE FENNEC FOX!! I used to daydream about having my own named Shiloh when I was a lil kid. they’re adorable little things and i am obsessed. i mean, gimme any fox and im happy, marble foxes, red foxes… but I was obsessed with fennec foxes. Also tbh ferrets. I want a ferret.

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] Rosa & @ninetyscnds‘s Luke, Rosa & @iimpulsivity is already screaming my name, Rosa & Constantine, Jesse & Andrea from Breaking Bad, and the joker and harley of 80s sci-fi Dan & Herbert from Re-Ani.  I am but a simple opossum. 

PIE OR CAKE Pie! I’ll take both pumpkin & melty apple over cake. also, cheesecake is more pie than cake soooo, pie wins.

FAVORITE SCENT my dogs / my blanket. :’)  It’s the most grounding smell in the world. 

CELEBRITY CRUSH oliver jackson-cohen, i’m fucking GAY and im angry about it. there i was, minding my own business, and i saw that asshole in a certain SHIRTLESS GIF and it AWOKE SOMETHING IN ME. dont talk to me about it, holy shit im obsessed with beardy men now god fuckkdafjaask i hate him why did he make me this gay i was perfectly fine being into girls but NOOOOOO him and his dumb hairy chest and sweet rugged face and I——  I also am obsessed with the archaeologist & television personality Josh Gates and may or may not be considering making a fan blog for him bc idk if my anthropology docuseries host is Dad or Daddy but i love him lots

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO I would go on a dive with anthropologists and archaeologists doing fieldwork research in the ancient cenotes of the Yucatán Peninsula. My actual dream job, catch me crying & fantasizing about being underwater documenting Mayan skulls given as offerings. Fuckkkk, I love anthropology so much!!  take me anywhere in the world to immerse myself into culture & archaeology.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Introvert. I have a real life friend I see roughly once a month, and that’s it. Plenty of online relationships, I’m chatty, message me all day every day. but i dont do people well.

DO YOU SCARE EASILY I used to! Really bad. I don’t as much anymore. I do get paranoia a lot still. Having therapists telling you that the FBI could be outside your house watching you through your windows will kind of nervous. ( no google results for: yes hello fbi i am a writer please dont put me on watchlists i just have research i need to do for this idea im working on, would you like to try again? ) I have nightmares nightly but not they never make me afraid, they just make me feel like crap. jumpscares and loud noises and seeing people reaching into their pockets dont set off as many brain alarms anymore tho!! progress haha.

IPHONE OR ANDROID I like my android better bc of capabilities but meh

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES My mom, her husband & I play COD for family game night, and Silent Hill is my life’s blood. I’ve sunken hours into Sims & Skyrim, and Norman Jayden from Heavy Rain is my #1 fictional character in existence, why do i love the druggie babies

DREAM JOB Oh… You’re asking me to pick? I’d love to be an anthropologist doing work out in the field. Underwater archaeology is peak, but I’m also heavily considering being a body recovery diver or police diver. I’d love to see myself in uniform someday, if possible. Just the thought makes me teary eyed & proud.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS fund my person creative & educational endeavors. get myself a spooky ass abandoned house to make my own home to create in, and travel to the world’s best dive sites. just live a mild life of education, creation & exploration. that’s the dream TM.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE dr. hill is a gross and whiny lil bitch this post brought to u by the miskatonic crew, how is everyone here an even worse bad guy than herbert west precious dan excluded talk shit get hit tho john winchester from spn and both walter white & todd from breaking bad are all in my crew of hated characters. i jusT…   the reani novel is difficult to read because i have to deal with this old sack of shit.

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER Supernatural :-)

… AND THIS CONCLUDES A DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO!! //

[svucarisiaddict]

can you do a nick one where the reader is a detective and she ends up in a hostage situation and the hostage taker puts the gun to her head and says something like “you love her. Don’t you?” To nick and he has to admit it

//This is so long! Sorry! I’m talking 2500+words…I get a bit carried away sometimes//

Soft light started filtering through the curtains waking you from your peaceful slumber. A heavy arm was over your body holding you in place which was fine and dandy with you. Mornings like this were few and far between for you and Nick so you were relishing every second.

“You awake?” Nick mumbled as he nuzzled his nose in your hair. His hand skimmed down your bare thigh. “Cause if your not. I’m about to give you a very rude awakening.”

“Hmmm…just how rude?” You shifted your hips to press back into Nick.

“Obscenely rude,” he replied.

“Oh, how I love Saturdays.”

Nick peppered kisses on your shoulder and down your arm while his hand traveled over your belly slowly making his way to the juncture between your thighs. Nick’s phone rang and buzzed on the nightstand. He groaned as he rolled away from you to answer. “Amaro. Got it Liv. I’ll be there in 20. No. It’s okay. I’ll call her. See ya.”

“How bad?” you asked as you sat on the side of the bed before standing and wrapping the sheet around you.

“Bad bad,” Nick answered. “Rape, homicide and hostage situation.” He pulled on his boxers and started redressing.

“Jesus. Guess that answers my next question about a shower. What time is it anyway?”

“Uh, just after 6am. You finish getting dressed. I’ll get the coffee going.” He rounded to your side of the bed and kissed your cheek. “Good morning by the way, .”

“It would’ve been a lot better if Liv hadn’t have called,” you grumbled.

Thirty minutes later you and Nick rolled up to the scene. Liv and Carisi were already there and Fin was pulling up at the same time as you.

“Mornin’ guys. Didn’t you wear that suit yesterday, Amaro? Dry cleaners closed or somthin’?” He smirked.

You hid a grin behind your coffee cup. Fin knew about you and Nick but put on that he didn’t. You had a pretty great partner in Fin. Usually, Nick had an extra suit at your place. Unfortunately, the suit he had on was extra from when he stayed the previous night.

Nick nodded his head. “Yeah. Something like that.”

The three of you reached Liv and Carisi to get a briefing on the situation at hand. She gave you a quick rundown. A man followed his ex and her new boyfriend home. Raped her, killed the new boyfriend and was now holding her and her roommate hostage.

“Hey, Nick. Is that the same suit from yesterday?” Sonny asked as the group walked to the mobile command.

“Shut up, Carisi,” Nick said.

“Sorry, Sarge,” Sonny replied.

Liv eyed you and Nick but didn’t comment. “Well now that we’ve all acknowledged that Nick is wearing the same suit he did yesterday can we please get back to the case?” She gave pointed looks to you and Nick. “Okay, guys name is Jake Malone.”

Your ears perked at the name. “The hostage taker? He early 30’s, tall, red hair?” you asked.

“Think you know him?” Fin asked.

“Possibly. An old roommate had a brother by that name. Probably a coincidence,” you concluded.

“Here is his picture,” Liv said as she passed you the tablet she had in he hand.

“It is him. Holy shit,” you mumbled. Something in his eyes was different. He was always happy, the life of the party, his eyes bright, but now they just looked sad. “Has anyone made contact with him?”

“Just one phone call from the negotiator but he hung up,” Liv informed you.

“Let me talk to him. Maybe if it’s someone he knows he’ll be more open to talking,” you suggested.

“You’re not going in there,” Nick blurted out. “Too dangerous. Even more so because he knows you.”

Everyone’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at Nick’s outburst. Except for you. Right now you were shooting him daggers. Smooth, Nick. Real smooth. “Who do you think you are? Last I checked I could make my own decisions,” you snapped.

Nick pointed a finger in the air at you. “I’m your sergeant and your-” Nick stopped his speech right before he outed the two of you the squad, half the ESU and negotiations. “I’ll go. I doubt he wants to talk to a woman right now since he feels like he was screwed over by one.”

“You may be my sergeant but Liv has final say.” Crossing your hand over your chest you turned your attention to her. “So. Do you think I can handle it?”

She stood silent for a moment no doubt replaying the interaction that you and Nick just had. Liv looked between you and Nick. “Get your vest on,” she directed you.

“Your alpha male is showing,” you said in passing. You made it a point to shoulder check him.

“Really mature,” he mumbled.

“Fin you stay close to her, but out of sight,” Liv ordered.

“On it,” Fin replied. He jogged to catch up with you. “Trouble in paradise?” he asked you.

You looked around to be sure no one could hear you. “It’s like all of a sudden he sees me like some fragile porcelain doll,” you answered. “Drives me nuts.”

“He sees as more than a fellow cop now. The dynamic of your relationship has changed. Nick has always been protective but now that you two are…well together that protectiveness just went into overdrive,” Fin explained.

“You ready? We got him on the phone.” The negotiator said.

You nodded and took the phone as he passed it to you. “Jake? It’s Y/F/N Y/L/N. I’d like to come up and talk with you if that’s okay?” He repeated your name then was silent. He finally agreed but only without a gun and you had to come alone. “That’s not a problem, Jake. I’m giving my gun to my partner right now.” You unholstered your gun handing it over to Fin.

When Nick saw what you were doing he shook his head and started stalking toward you. You halted him with one look. He clenched his jaw but stayed put.

The walk up the five flights of stairs felt like it took forever. When you reached the apartment you rapped on the door. A woman opened the door with the chain attached. “I’m Y/N.” The door closed and you heard the chain slide open. You were ushered in quickly. The woman that opened the seemed unharmed physically but she was terrified. Her eyes were big as she opened the door. “What’s your name?” you asked the brunette.

“Tori,” she said.

“It’s okay, Tori. I’m gonna get you out of here,” you said in a calm voice.

Holding your hands up you made eye contact with Jake. It had been a couple years that you had seen him. His eyes were haunted.

He blinked rapidly and shook his head. “Y/N? I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did it,” he said in a shaky voice. His arm was around her neck with a gun pushed to her head.

“Cause you’re a psycho. I should have known as soon as we started dating,” the blonde said. Must be the ex, Mandy.

This was your opportunity, a little role reversal. “Okay, Mandy. What did you do him?”

The look she gave you could kill. After a beat, she understood what you were trying to do. “I-I had a miscarriage, cheated on him,” she stammered.  “I’m so sorry, Jake. It was wrong.”

“Too late for apologies. Our baby is gone. Maybe you should have thought about that before you became a slut,” he spat.

“I’m sorry you have to go through that. That was a horrible thing to do,” you empathized.

He lowered the gun. “I just want to be happy again,” he said.

“I know you do. What you went through, I can’t imagine.” You bite your bottom lip then took a deep breath. “Why don’t let these two go. So we can sit and talk,” you suggested.

His phone started ringing. “That will be my lieutenant. She wants to help get everyone out safely,” you stated.

He never broke eye contact with you as he answered the phone. “Hello? They’re fine. No. No. I won’t do that.” He took a deep breath then pushed on the screen of the phone setting it on a nearby table. “Tell him you are okay. He doesn’t believe me.”

“This is Sargeant Amaro. How is everyone?”

Fucking Nick. “We’re fine, Sergeant. Jake is calm. We’re talking.” The other women chimed in saying they were fine. “We were talking. Jake is going to let Tori go. Right, Jake?”

Jake put his hand to his head. “I dunno.”

“If you cooperate with them, they work with you, Jake,” you reminded him.

“Go. Fucking go.”

“Tori. Head out, slowly.” She nodded her head in acknowledgment. You breathed a sigh of relief when she got out the door. “Tori is coming down now.”

“Thank you-” Nick was saying but Jake ended the call.

Mandy tried to squirm out of his grasp. “Not you,” he said and tightened his arm around her neck.

“Please, Jake. I’m sorry. I-I want to come back. I was stupid-” she begged before she was cut off by Jake.

“You really think I want you back? A cheating whore?” he said with disgust. “I want someone that will stay loyal, honest…”

You knew ESU had cameras, mics, snipers in place by this time. It’s what I want too. Hard to find it these days. Seems all anyone wants is a roll in the hay, then see ya later.”

Jake eyed you skeptically. “Yeah. Or they act like they want to be with you but don’t actually make the commitment.”

You smiled. “You really seem to get me. Why didn’t we talk more when I and your sister were roommates?”

He actually gave you a smile. “I was too shy. You were older and just seemed out of my league.” Jake started loosening his grip on Mandy. “Do-do you have a boyfriend?”

“I really wouldn’t call him that,” you scoffed. “Probably using me like every other man has. Guess I’ll take what I can get. It’s really all I deserve.” Looking up at him through your lashes you said, “makes me wonder if there are any good guys left out there.”

“Those are boys. Men don’t treat women like that,” Jake stated. “You deserve better than whoever it is you’re with right now.”

“You’re right.” Taking a couple cautious steps toward Jake you said, “let Mandy go. Me and you, we need to be alone. Talk.”

The phone rang again. “Answer it,” he directed. “On speaker.”

Slowly you reached for the phone. “This is Detective Y/L/N.”

“This is Lieutenant Benson. Is Jake able to talk?” she asked.

“He’s here, Liv.” You nodded at Jake.

“Hello?” he said.

“I want to thank you for letting Tori go. What can we do for you?”

Jake looked to you. “It’s okay. Liv is a good person. She’ll help you,” you insisted.

“Nothing you can give me,” he said.

“How about you let Mandy go? We’ll help you get out safe,” she offered.

“I can stay with him. He doesn’t want to be alone,” you said. You could hear Nick in the background swearing and saying no way. Liv covered the speaker to block Nick. Once he had either calmed down or moved away she came back on the phone.

“Can you do that? Can you let Mandy go and Y/N can stay?” Liv asked.

Jake furrowed his brow. The hand holding the gun clenched around the handle and released. He was contemplating his choices. Jake nodded quickly.

You let out breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Liv? Mandy is on her way.”

“Great. That’s great, Jake. Thank you for working with us,” Liv said.

Mandy slowly slipped out of Jake’s arm. She cautiously walked to the door, her eyes flicking from you back to Jake. You heard the door the door open then click shut in short succession. Just you and Jake. Your mind raced with thoughts of how you were going to get out of this one. “Why don’t we sit?” you said.

Jake took a seat on the couch then gestured you to join him. “Tell me. This guy you’re with, do you work with him?”

“I do. Which was a bad decision right out of the block. I thought he may be different but…” you sighed. The things you were telling Jake were real feelings. Fin tried to talk you out of getting involved. But by the time he had found out you were in too deep with Nick. The scary part was you had fallen in love with Nick months ago.

“You love him?” he asked.

It wasn’t a question you had expected. “Yeah. Pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same. Unrequited love has to be one of the worst feelings in the world.”

A commotion at the door startled both you and Jake. Nick came busting through the door. Jake grabbed you and put the gun at your side. “Who the hell are you?” he screamed.

“Sargeant Amaro. Put the gun down, Jake!” Nick warned. He turned his eyes to you, clearly afraid. He mouthed “I’m sorry.”

“It’s you. Isn’t it? The one that has been playing Y/N,” Jake challenged.

“I’m not playing her. I love her,” Nick said softly. His eyes shifted to yours.

The next thing you knew Jake was on the floor holding his knee. The sniper finally had a clean shot. Nick rushed over and kicked the gun from Jake’s reach. ESU burst through the doors as Nick was cuffing him. Once he was taken out of the apartment by ESU it was just you and Nick.

Nick took your hand to lead you out the door. “Let’s get you checked out by the EMT’s”

“I’m fine-”

Nick sighed then mumbled. “Can’t you ever do anything you’re told?”

“Now what fun would that be?” you joked.

Nick waited for you until you got the all clear from the paramedics. He put his arm around your shoulders as you walked to the car. “I want to talk about earlier when I said I love you-”

“It’s okay, Nick. I know you said it because there was a gun held on me,” you gave him a tight smile. “I get it. Going through a divorce-”

Nick stopped and grasped your shoulders. “I love you, Y/N,” Nick interrupted you this time. He didn’t give you time to say anything as he leaned over and kissed you. Like a reflex, his arms encircled your body and yours wrapped around his neck.

Cheers, claps, and whistling made the two of you stop and giggle. When you turned Liv was the first person you saw. She had her fingers between her lips eliciting a high pitched whistle.

“Bout time!” Fin called.

Sonny was clapping and smiling wide.

“I think we have everyone’s approval,” Nick said with a beaming smile.

“Seems so.” You put your hand on Nick’s chest. “ I love you too, Nick.” This time you stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss much to the delight of the audience.

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

What we’ve always wanted!

wildefire said:If you’re still doing requests I’d like to know if you could do a stucky x reader skit? Where the reader and has a sort of jealous animosity towards the bous, and the rest of the team gets tired of it so they get locked in the gym together?

I hope this is okay. Sorry it’s taken me a while, I kinda struggled with it strangely.

Y/N: Where are you?x

Steve: out with Bucky, why?x

Y/N: Oh... we were meeting for lunch, remember?x

Steve: yes?

- Sorry doll. I completely forgot.

- Bucky says you’re welcome to join us. Will you? Please?x

Y/N: I’m okay, thanks. It was only for a catch up x

I sighed as I walked into the common area with my earphones in, blasting AC/DC. Thanks, Tony. I had’t been back to the tower all day and I’d been avoiding any calls. I just needed to be on my own for a bit. Sometimes I found being an Avenger overwhelming. I wasn’t a ‘super-soldier’ like Steve or an amazing assassin like Natasha. I was a computer geek, a hacker so to speak.

For what seemed like the 100th time my phone rang and I hung up. Suddenly my earphones were pulled out of my ears scaring the hell outta me. “What the-”

Steve frowned down at me, his arms folded over his chest. “Why’d you hang up?”

I rolled my eyes with a sigh. “I’m in the tower. I was gonna come and find you.” I lied, hoping Steve wouldn’t look into it.

“Right, so, you’ve been where, all day?” Steve shrugged his shoulders as he asked in his Cap voice. I rolled my eyes again at him. “Y/N! Stop, with the eye rolling, it’s annoying.” he sighed.

I shook my head, looking him up and down. “Where are you off?” I referred to his appearance.

“Oh, Bucky, Sam and I are going out for the night.” he beamed. My face dropped at his words. “Don’t change th-”

“Are you kidding me?” I creased my brow.

“What?” he shrugged.

“It’s Saturday night.” I said like it was obvious. He shrugged again. “We were gonna watch the next series of Sherlock, together.” I frowned.

“Oh, we’ve already watched it.” Bucky pattered my shoulder as he walked past me. I growled a little as I watched him enter the elevator with Sam.

I turned back to face Steve. “Why’d you watch it with, him? That was our thing.” I frowned.

Steve began laughing at me. “C’mon, doll. I can watch it again with you.”

I shook my head. “No you can’t. You’ve ruined it.” I sighed pushing passed him.

Bucky sighed dramatically. “You’re such a baby...C’mon, Punk. Let’s go.”

After binge watching Sherlock for about seven hours in my room, I headed down to the kitchen to get something to eat. It was well after 1am so most Avengers will have already turned in for the night. “Isn’t, it, past your bed time?” I ignored Bucky as I passed him, Steve, Sam, Natasha and Thor who were in the common area drinking. “See! I told you, she hates, ME!” he laughed.

I stood in the kitchen making myself a sandwich for myself trying to ignore the laughter in the next room. “Okay, what’s up your butt?” Nat asked from behind me.

“Nothing.” I shrugged.

“Y/N, don’t try to lie to me. I know you like the back of my hand.” she smirked as she stood next to me. “Spill, now.” she demanded.

I sighed putting the knife I had in my hand down. “I- I just... feel, I dunno-” I shrugged shaking my head. “Lonely.” I frowned looking up at her. “Without... Steve.” I dropped my head.

“Sexually?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

I screwed my face up ‘ewing’ at her. “What? No!” I shook my head almost gagging at the thought of me and Steve.

“OH MY GOD!” Bucky burst out laughing behind us. “That’s, hilarious!” he held his stomach as he bent over laughing. I groaned closing my eyes, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow me whole.

Steve ran into the kitchen along with Sam and Thor, all looking ready for an attack. “What’s wrong?” Sam asked.

“She- her-” Bucky couldn’t talk cause of the laughing. “Brother-”

“Brother?” Steve raised his eyebrow at Bucky before looking at me and Nat. “What’s going on, Y/N?”

I shook my head about to speak but Nat piped up first. “Y/N is lonely, without you.” my eyes widened. “Possibly sexually?”

Steve and I pulled a face of disgust at each other as we stepped away from each-other. Bucky began laughing even more as did Sam. “I do not understand? I thought the two of you were, siblings?” Thor asked.

Bucky managed to calm his laughing down a little. “That’s, what I was trying, to, say.” he snickered. “It’d be like Nat asking me it.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Well, you and Steve are a lot closer tha-” Nat looked at me, a smirk forming on her lips. “Ah...” I shook my head as I once again picked my sandwich up and began leaving the kitchen. Nat following closely. “Are you jealous?”

“No.” I sighed as I walked into my room, sitting back on my bed. “I don’t hate him, either.”

“You heard, him?”

I nodded taking a deep breath as I placing my plate on the bedside table. “I don’t, hate him, Nat.” I sighed looking down. “Thor was right. Me and Steve were so close at one point, he was like my big brother but, I dunno, ever since Bucky came back into the picture... Steve’s, forgotten me.” I admitted. “I didn’t have a family growing up and Steve was starting to feel like what I was missing.”

“Have you told him? Them?” she sat up looking at me.

I shook my head. “Every time I try to, they go off to do something... I mean, are they fucking?” I blurted out making Nat burst out laughing. I covered my mouth as I began laughing with her.

Nat: Don’t forget training this morning x

- Don’t be late! x

Y/N: Yeah yeah. See you in 5!x

I headed down to the gym to meet Nat for our early training session. After last night I wasn’t really in no mood for anyone. I pushed the door open expecting to see Nat already running on the treadmill or getting somethings out for our session. “Nat!” I shouted. “Nat?” I frowned as I lifted my wrist to look at my watch. “Asshole tells me not to be late.” I muttered.

“Language!” I jumped at the sound of Steve’s voice behind me. He chuckled as he walked over to me. “What you doing here?” he asked dropping his stuff next to me.

“Having a party.” I shrugged. Steve rolled his eyes looking away. “That’s annoying.” I smirked a little, mocking him. “Why are you here? Don’t you usually go for a run this early?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, but Buck wanted to train in here this morning.”

“The hell I did.” Bucky announced his arrival as he burst through the door. Both Steve and I frowned at his loudness. “You, were the one who wanted to train. You said it was a tea, thing.” he shrugged.

Before I could say anything else the sound of the doors being locked caught our attention. “YOU THREE AREN’T LEAVING UNTIL YOU TALK!” Natasha shouted through the door.

“About what?” Steve asked.

“Y/N knows!” Sam shouted.

I sighed shaking my head. Of course she told him. “There’s nothing to talk, about.” I answered.

“Not even the feeling lonely without, Steve?” Bucky smirked at me over his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes as I turned round to take a seat on the bench. “You make me sound creepy, saying it like that.” Bucky began laughing at me, making me annoyed. “Why do you think I hate you?” I asked.

“You do.” Bucky sighed resting his back against the doors.

I shook my head sighing. “I don’t, Bucky. How could I?... you’re lovely.” I smiled at him, making him look away trying to hide his reddening face.

“So, why do you, act, weird around, me?”

“Cause, I’m jealous.” I admitted.

“Of Bucky?” Steve chuckled taking a seat next to me.

“Thanks, Punk.” Bucky frowned at him.

Steve held his hand up in defence before putting his arm around me. “Y/N, you don’t need to be jealous of Bucky.”

“I’m not!” I got up quickly. “No offence dude but, my life is pretty good... apart from my parents dying when I was a kid...” I frowned. “I dunno, ever since you came back into the picture... Steve’s, forgotten me.” I admitted.

“I haven’t forgot about you, Y/N.” Steve admitted. “But, Bucky needs me more than-”

“No, I don’t.” Bucky sighed getting up. I watched him as he walked over to where we were. “Look Steve, I appreciate everything you and everyone has done for me so far but, I’m not a porcelain doll. You can leave me on my own once in a while.” he smiled placing his hand on Steve shoulder before sitting down next to him.

“I know, Buck, I just... worry, about you.” Steve sighed. “I’m sorry... to the both of you.”

There was silence in the gym for a brief moment before Bucky spoke up. “So, what are you jealous of?”

“Hmm... Steve’s like my big brother but I kinda feel like, he was just waiting for you... I didn’t have a family growing up and Steve was starting to feel like what I was missing.”

Bucky sighed getting up form the bench and stepped forwards. He hesitantly lifted his arms and wrapped them around me, pulling me into a hug. “Ya’know, I always wanted a little sister.” he smiled against the top of my head.

I wrapped my arms around him as I smiled into his chest, holding him closer. “Me too.” Steve joined the hug, making me laugh as they squashed me between the two of them.

“GET A ROOM!” Sam shouted, causing the three of us to let go of each other. “AH! What was that for?” I burst out laughing, knowing Natasha probably punched him in the arm for ruining a nice moment.

[mumbleybummie-blog]

Fic Recommendations

This is a list of all the fics that I recommend. I will be continually adding to this list as I discover new ones that I enjoy reading. I hope you all find some entertainment in reading the fics I have suggested. 

Got7 

All

Smut

- A Theory by @maknae-unnie

Excerpt: “Okay so I have this…theory I’m testing. And I need your help. But you all have to agree, okay? Can you do that?” I questioned.

Bambam, Youngjae and Jackson nodded immediately. JB just raised an eyebrow. Yugyeom looked a little concerned but only Mark and Jinyoung had the sense enough to ask “What?”.

Mark Tuan

Angst 

- Things Never Changed by @sugasgrowl

Excerpt: There’s an old philosophy that says “absence makes the heart grow fonder”. The sentiment seems beautiful. Poetic, even. The thought that your absence from someone’s life will be an ever-present hollowness that makes it nearly impossible to complete simple daily tasks–the constant memory of the one you love dancing along the edges of your mind, just barely out of reach from your shaking and nostalgic fingers. The deep and meaningful love a connection that is blatant and comforting and unwavering, even with thousands of miles of ocean separating you. Poetic, indeed.

But it’s just not realistic.

- Seeing another member kiss their S/O (Mark) by @kpopersanonymous

Fluff

- Morning with Markson ft. Jackson Wang by @idolimagines

Summary: Sweet morning with your boyfriends, Jackson and Mark

Smut 

- Better as Three  ft. Im Jaebum by @yg-got7scenarios

Summary: Because of that one rebellious, drunken night, Jaebum and Mark decided to punish you silently by ignoring you and not being affectionate towards you and you are about to burst a nut if this continues.

Im Jaebum [JB]

Angst

- Sooner or Later by @parkjinyoungology

Excerpt: Jaebum stands outside the bathroom door and taps his toes as he waits for me. “Anything?”

I twist the door open and shake my head with a crestfallen face. Tears well-up my eyes when I see that he too is disappointed in the results. Jaebum sighs as he tilts his head back.

“I don’t know why, Jaebum—”

“It’s been 4 years,” He cuts my sentence. “4 years of trying to conceive.” Frustration echoes from his voice.

- Who Are You? by @imsarabum

Summary//Request: You know that Jaebum is cheating on you - so you follow him to a bar where you catch him in the act.

- Seeing another member kiss their S/O (Jaebum) by @kpopersanonymous

Fluff

- Teaching by @ahgaseposts

Excerpt: “Jaebum? Can you help me with my Korean again?” 

- Sleepy Jaebum by @aragyeom

Excerpt: Even though the tiredness was still creeping through your bones, waking up was never a bad thing, every time you saw this boy’s beautiful face waiting on the other side of the bed.

- Did you say something? by @defsoulmx

Excerpt: Getting an unsettling feeling of being watched, you raised your head to meet Jaebum’s gaze. You took your headphones completely off and asked: “Did you say something ?”.

- Missing You by @50shadesof-kpop

Summary: JB is going on tour and he comforts you when he notices you feel uneasy about it.

- Mockery by @princechimchimm

Request: I was wondering if you could do a fluffy senario when the boys notice that the reader makes jaebum all soft and they end up together at the end.

Smut/Suggestive

- 10 Minutes by @btsreactionsandtexts

Jaebum x Chic GF 

- A Fan-Sign To Remember by @imsarabum

Summary//Request: You decide to pay Jaebum a sneaky, surprise visit to one of GOT7′s fan-sign events. However, after teasing and torturing him past the point of no return - Jaebum decides to teach you a lesson or two once everyone leaves.

- Better as Three ft. Mark Tuan by @yg-got7scenarios

Summary: Because of that one rebellious, drunken night, Jaebum and Mark decided to punish you silently by ignoring you and not being affectionate towards you and you are about to burst a nut if this continues.

- Fun ft. Park Jinyoung by @yg-got7scenarios

Summary: You are happy that Jaebum is your boyfriend because he is the best that you ever had; however, you cannot help but be attracted and have lustful thoughts about his best friend, Park Jinyoung.  What if one of the finds out about your secret desires and plans on something you never thought would happen.

- “Baby, I’m on the phone”. by @the-porcelain-doll-xo

Excerpt: He was finally home. It had been a long and lonely couple of weeks without him while he toured. You were so anxious to feel him hold you close.

You had spent all day making the apartment ready for his return. It was clean, there were candles lit all around, you even wore his favorite matching set of lingerie. You planned on a long night of passion, to make up for lost time.

You heard him fiddling with the keys before turning the knob and pushing the door open. Your heart pounded with pure excitement.

- Fetish ft. Park Jinyoung by @the-porcelain-doll-xo

Excerpt: Jaebum. His name reverberated through your mind as you felt every glorious inch of him enter you again.

Sometimes you wished you could cry out his name, but you knew Jinyoung wouldn’t approve. It was one of the only rules in this situation.

- The Things a Dress Can Do by @ahgasgay-baby

Excerpt: “You better not being wearing that short dress tonight” 

- Switch ft. Kim Yugyeom by @noonachronicles

Excerpt: “Kitten.” You heard from behind you. 

Wide eyed you pulled your hands away from Yugyeom and stepped back like you just realized he was an open fire. 

“Sorry baby.” You mouthed to him and turned around looking innocent instead of in command like you had been. “Yes, Daddy?”

Jackson Wang

Angst 

- Seeing another member kiss their S/O (Jackson) by @kpopersanonymous

Fluff

- Dateless And Single by @tora819 

Excerpt: “Would you two shut up already, you been going at it for three hours.”

“Not until I win!”

“Then you two will be here all night! There is no way you are going to beat her Jackson. I would just give up now.“

- Together by @darlingjbum

Summary: Your lovely morning routine with Jackson that he wants to make a little more permanent.  

- Morning with Markson ft. Mark Tuan by @idolimagines

Summary: Sweet morning with your boyfriends, Jackson and Mark

Smut/Suggestive 

- Whoops by @geeohtee7scenarios

Summary: The Wang’s walk in on something unexpected.

- Forever by @ars-ahgase

Excerpt: You leaned in to plant a small kiss on his lips, but you should have known that wouldn’t be enough. 

- Just The Three Of Us ft. Park Jinyoung by @kpopyourcherryy

Summary: So the boys just got back from being in Canada, and of course, immediately asked you to come hang out with them, but while the others decided to go out for a while; Jackson, Jinyoung and you stayed behind. Still, it appears as if you were about to have lots of fun with them, or should I say they were about to have lots of fun with you.

Park Jinyoung

Angst 

- Seeing another member kiss their S/O (Jinyoung) by @kpopersanonymous

Fluff

- A chance meeting in the bookstore by @yoonseoksofty

Summary: Perhaps a chance meeting with a stranger, as is often the case, would drastically change the course of his life. For the better, even. Jinyoung could only dream.

- Foreign by @jj-nyoung

Summary: You’re supposed to meet your boyfriend’s parents, but you’re a foreigner and you start freaking out, so your boyfriend comforts you.

- I Live Alone by @ahgaseposts

Request: Hiii, I hope you feel less stress with the end of your exams admin!! Can I request for a scenario where jinyoung appears in a show called I live alone (it’s a show that shows the life of celebrity living alone) and like during the show his girlfriend comes over for like date night and fans get to see how their dates are like? I hope it’s not too much to ask (bonus that his girlfriend is wearing his hoodie please) thank you so much! Happy writing! 😄😄

- Soft Sheets | 09 by @yoongitalks

Excerpt: “you are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

Smut/Suggestive

- Fun ft. Im Jaebum by @yg-got7scenarios

Summary: You are happy that Jaebum is your boyfriend because he is the best that you ever had; however, you cannot help but be attracted and have lustful thoughts about his best friend, Park Jinyoung.  What if one of the finds out about your secret desires and plans on something you never thought would happen.

- Hold It In by @yg-got7scenarios

Excerpt: “You are so fucking tight, baby.”

- Fetish ft. Im Jaebum by @the-porcelain-doll-xo​

Excerpt: Jaebum. His name reverberated through your mind as you felt every glorious inch of him enter you again.Sometimes you wished you could cry out his name, but you knew Jinyoung wouldn’t approve. It was one of the only rules in this situation.

- Just The Three Of Us ft. Jackson Wang by @kpopyourcherryy

Summary: So the boys just got back from being in Canada, and of course, immediately asked you to come hang out with them, but while the others decided to go out for a while; Jackson, Jinyoung and you stayed behind. Still, it appears as if you were about to have lots of fun with them, or should I say they were about to have lots of fun with you.

- Full Bodied. by @the-porcelain-doll-xo

Excerpt: “Not to worry, I’m more than happy to negotiate with you after our tour,” the stranger chides.

If your breathe hadn’t already been taken from the views, he would be in possession of it. His strong broads shoulders, sharp jaw and full lips leave you feeling just as floored as you were moments ago. A beautiful man in a beautiful setting.

Choi Youngjae

Angst 

- Seeing another member kiss their S/O (Youngjae) by @kpopersanonymous

- She’s a Monster by @noonachronicles

Excerpt: Biting her lip, she grinned, “Do you have time for more?” 

Youngjae sucked his fingers clean of her and pulled his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. He sighed, “No, the others will be here soon. I want to see you tomorrow night though. We can finish what we’ve started.”

- With or Without You by @ars-ahgase

Excerpt: Now, all his bags were packed and he was ready to head off to school in Seoul. Starting over was exactly what he needed after the disaster of highschool romance. He wasn’t going to just be here waiting for her.

He promised himself that at his new school, he was going to focus on what he loved most. Music. No superfluous girls to distract him from his true calling.

Smut

- “I also needed you” by @justtextmeoppa

Plot: You’re Youngjae’s girlfriend and he “welcomes” you after three weeks away from each other.

- Aftertaste by @ars-ahgase

Excerpt: “They can’t hear us baby” He assured as he quickened his pace slightly, still making your first time together as sensual as possible.

BamBam

Angst 

- Seeing another member kiss their S/O (BamBam) by @kpopersanonymous

Smut

- For Our Eyes Only by @kpopyourcherryy

Excerpt: Lowering his camera slightly, your boyfriend’s darkening gaze locked with yours as he climbed onto the bed. “You know..” He replied, wedging himself between your legs. “Since you seem to be my… muse, at the moment- I think I want to film you while I fuck you.” 

- Safe in His Arms by @artificialskyway

Summary: All your boyfriend, BamBam, wants is to come home and take a nice hot shower after dance practice. That is, until he sees you already undressing for one yourself. Why waste an opportunity, right?

Kim Yugyeom

Angst 

- Seeing another member kiss their S/O (Yugyeom) by @kpopersanonymous

- Try by @jae-bummer

Request: Can you do #6 with Yugyeom please? ^^ Maybe angst but ends fluffy?

Fluff

- Approved by @ahgaseposts

Request: Could u please do a scenario where u go ur family reunion w/ yugyeom and ur there fr a while and ur cousins(younger, about 9) come and judge yugyeom as ur bf. The reader says that he had to be approved by them to date her and so yugyeom starts playing with them and looks super cute! -Thanks

Smut/Suggestive

- Half an Hour by @aragyeom

Summary: Shortly before going on stage, Yugyeom can’t seem to swallow a certain longing for (Y/N).

- Clean by @tabswritings

Excerpt: He resumes attacking your neck, slipping one of his fingers inside, your moan fogs up the mirror in front of you, “You’re so hot.” he takes away his fingers, causing a whimper. “But I’d rather use my cock to please you,” you groan at the loss of connection, “Still want me to go the showers?”

- Phone Call by @redgyeomie 

Summary: A phone call is all it takes for the rest of the members of Got7 to find out about you and Yugyeom. 

- Spiteful by @kreatingkpop

Plot: You had learnt all of your daddies rules, expect there was one you unknowingly broke from time to time - never make daddy jealous.

- Switch ft. Im Jaebum by @noonachronicles

Excerpt: “Kitten.” You heard from behind you. 

Wide eyed you pulled your hands away from Yugyeom and stepped back like you just realized he was an open fire. 

“Sorry baby.” You mouthed to him and turned around looking innocent instead of in command like you had been. “Yes, Daddy?”

- Not Safe For Work by @greasygyeom

Summary: He decides to play with you at work and you make him wish he hadn’t.

[artificialqueens]

64.2008° N, 149.4937° W (Katlaska) - matryoshka

A/N: This fic is pretty vague and confusing. But i’m leaving it up to you and your interpretation and explanation on the events here.

I know this is not yet the Christmas fic, but it was something that went to my head, and I’ve written in my phone.

Again, it’s all over the place because it’s by me. It is a bit Katya-centric, and she is trans here, the story kind of revolves around baby Brian figuring it out, and throw in some Alaska, so it’s Katlaska.

The title of the fic is actually just the GPS coordinates of Alaska (accdg to google at least, im not a geographer,) and it will make sense once you’ve read it. So, hope you enjoy! 

She doesn’t know when it all started and when it all stopped, but she’s back. Katya’s back and she doesn’t know why, where. All that she was able to recall was that when she was still a tiny little boy, she had this place. She would always want to be tucked early because she had this place, where little boy Brian turns into this princess Katya, and she had Alaska, and everything feels right.

 The first time she’s been in the place there were snowy mountains enclosing a giant field of grass, and there was a lake. She thought that she’s seen this pace before. It was Alaska in photographs from her geography class. But she knew this wasn’t Alaska because it feels too personal, that place was all hers, until someone pulled at the hem of her sleeve.

“My name’s Alaska, what’s yours?” “…Alaska,” she remembers the first time she saw her. She hasn’t seen this Alaska in photograph before. She was actually convinced she ascended to heaven and saw an angel. Alaska was this tiny little blonde girl, with fair porcelain skin so unlike Brian’s bruised ones from playing outside, big doe eyes compared to Brian’s deep dead blues, rose pink lips, wearing all white and smaller than her, and somehow she thought that the name Alaska doesn’t sound fitting for her. She was so awestricken that all she could do was repeat her name. Alaska was the prettiest girl she ever saw, still is, and at that time, little Brian wanted to marry her and also wanted to be her. “Silly, you’re not Alaska, I’m Alaska!” that was the first time she saw her laugh and smile, and her eyes and nose crinkle when she does that, and it’s the best sight and the best sound ever. Since then, she made it so that Alaska always smiles. “I don’t know what my name is, I don’t want to be called Brian here.” “Brian? Why don’t you want to be called Brian?” “Because that’s my boy name, and I don’t want that,”

“why do you have a boy name?”

“because I’m a boy?” “But, are you a boy?” Alaska had asked that question with pure curiosity, looking up at her, and it struck baby Brian that no, she wasn’t a boy. It explains baby Brian’s love for pink, envy for his sister’s dolls and ribbons and shoes, why he wants to grow long hair, and that it was alright, Alaska is fine with her being a girl, then it should be fine, right? “Hmm, never mind. I’ll call you Katya. Because see,” Alaska grew impatient at her silence, and grabs her wrist and grins, pulling up the wrist she’s grabbing to show Katya, “caught ya,” and this place was suddenly her favorite place, containing her favorite person, so she breaks into laughter, feeling genuinely happy. She can be Katya.

When she returned that first time, she remembers being the little Brian who had excitedly told his parents that he’s not a boy only to be slapped by his father. She didn’t understood then why she was slapped, how come back there things were so easy, dresses, dolls, dandelions, daisies, but in here, it was as if dresses, dolls, dandelions, daisies, and she were wrong wrong. Father had hit him, and mother told her to stop talking about it. She obeyed. Pretty soon she got addicted of sleeping because sleeping would mean being there, being herself, being with Alaska. She slept and slept and wished she would not wake up to leave. Wake up in the body of Brian, in the clothes of this boy, go to school, listen to his parents, interact with people, but not Alaska.

“What do you do when I’m not here,” “Nothing, It gets really lonely without you here, so I just lie down and sleep, I guess. The grass is really soft here, and the weather is always nice and perfect.” “You mean, you just lie down here? Don’t you go home or something?” “What do you mean, this is home. Silly Katya,” and there she believes that she is actually just silly Katya, not a trace of the poor boy, Brian. Don’t get her wrong, she loves Brian, but Brian just feels wrong, like a curse, a cage, and she knows she’s not him, but Brian also needs help. By being the cage, the poor boy is also caged, trapped. She feels like Brian was his own mistake, and she doesn’t want him to feel that anymore. And to do that, she needs Brian gone, they both need him gone, at rest. When she’s awake, she feels dead, and when she sleeps, she feels alive and truly herself. She started skipping classes, sleeping, skipping meals, just sleeping. The school warned her of expulsion, she became very skinny, and that was okay, she gets to be at that place, as herself, with Alaska. Years have passed, and they basically grew up together now.  But then her parents decided to intervene. That’s when they forced her into therapies, sessions, school, and the church. They made her drink pills and tablets. Until she just got sick of it. When she sleeps now, she doesn’t always see Alaska, which was weird. She suspected the pills being given to her were the reason. And she can’t take them anymore, so she throw them away, but her father saw it. “Son, we love you, and we worry about you. Please do this for us, but more so for yourself” She wants to laugh at that. It’s funny how they claim to love, care, and support her when they don’t recognize the first thing about her. She decided she’s been “I’m not your son, please. Dad, I’ve told you, I’m your daughter, Katya.” “Brian, we’ve been through this. Listen, son–” “Call me son one more time!”

Her father decided that that was enough. They forced her to forget about the conversation (if you would call slapping your child a conversation) they had when she was younger, took him shopping, strictly making sure she shops in the men’s section, introducing her to their neighbors, giving her strict monthly haircuts. It was suffocating, and she thought that she was doing them a favor by letting them do what they want because at least she still has that place and Alaska, but now, they’re taking her away too, and she can’t have that. Alaska is probably the only person keeping her sane, accepting her, and she can’t lose her. So she lost everything else, but her heart feels light, she feels free. She’s a she. She moved out. And got rid of all of Brian. At that moment, there was only Katya. But then she stopped seeing her, she stopped getting back to their place. She thought she’ll wait for the pills to stop working, then she’ll be able to be with Alaska every time she sleeps. But she felt like life just fucked her over, when it’s already been a month, and she was never able to return. That’s why she started doing drugs. She never understood how she got there, maybe she was just crazy, ill, she doesn’t know, but she thought that it was a magic of her brain, so why not help my brain remember, get there. She did all the jobs she could get, prostitution, stole from the shop she worked at, became an entertainer, well, the funniest jokes usually had the darkest foundations, she got high and very high each day. She was just so desperate to be back. She promised Alaska, she’ll see her tomorrow.

“Hey, Katya, mawma, let me hook you up with this,” a friend from one of a club that she works in approached her one day. “What’s that?” “Oh, it’s strong, mama, okurrr, I heard you’ve been looking for real strong ones, so” “oh, sure, give me, what’s it called,” “Alaskan Thunderfuck”

Katya thinks this is it. Her key to getting back to her. She could finally be pulled out of this chaos, this storm, and be with her. In her calm, warm presence. She probably took too much of it, but fuck it. If death’s the only way back to Alaska, so be it. She’s coming home. She imagines Alaska lying down, for years and years, waiting for her. Alaska’s lonely. Alaska. She thinks of her as she sees how near she is from finishing the pack. Alaska. Where does she live, how did she get there. Did Katya just created her, designed her in her brain, was she just crazy? Were everyone else right? Fuck that, the question Katya wants answered most know is would she still be there, lying down, waiting for her? Katya realizes that the person she’s been obsessed for in so long was a total stranger to her. But at the same time she’s not. Katya knows Alaska’s favorite time, her greatest fears, she knows how she whines when she loses, and so Katya lets her win, most of the time. The other times, she’d just love to tease her. Katya also knows, for a fact that Alaska is the most beautiful being she would ever lay eyes upon. She remembers almost crying at how much she misses Alaska so bad, it’s like losing her own person; Alaska’s actually been a huge part of Katya, just Katya, never Brian, and she needs that. She remembers plunging into her sofa and watching her ceiling melt into goopy colors before she is being pulled into a very nostalgic sensation, and then she’s back. She forgot how long it has been. The place is still the same field of dandelions, the pleasantly warm sun, the single tree, and beneath it, within its shade was Alaska. It was her. Her heart sinks at the thought of Alaska staying there, thinking she’ll never be back, and shit, she missed Alaska. Katya thinks she’s probably been away for a very very long time because gone was the naive little girl, gone was the pretty blonde, this Alaska is gorgeous, probably already taller than Katya, and she looks so peaceful. Katya just stood there watching her until she stirs and opens her eyes. Katya could feel every emotion coming back to her all at once, she felt her knees weaken and buckle, and she’s kneeling now. “Hey, I’m back,” Alaska just watches her as she sits up. Not sure what to do when the person she’d been expecting the most and also the person she’d been expecting least shows up in front of her. There’s so many emotions welling up inside of her right now, emotions she’d tried to calm and diminish, but proved to be stubborn, just like the woman, in front of her. Katya had changed a lot, but she still owns that perfect smile that Alaska loved so much, and the smile that she’s searched for and missed the most. “Are you… just a figment of my imagination, like if I close my eyes, do you disappear, am I the only one who can see you, do you–” Katya grabs her hand and Alaska immediately has her eyes open, not sure when she had it closed because she was overwhelmed. Alaska focused on the girl touching her hand, Katya’s blues, and she was not surprised that it still has that calming effect on her. But she’s not calm. She’s way far from calm. The love of her life has returned after so long. Alaska felt like she’s been saved once again. Thoughts of spending all her time alone as a kid, popped up until Katya had saved her by taking her into adventures, swimming in the lake, treasure hunting, and believing that she exists before, and she is saving her from that same loneliness again. She was real enough for Katya, and that is the only validation that she wants, and all that she needs.

“I’m here, Alaska” Katya says as Alaska looks at their joined hands. Warm, Alaska closes her eyes and Katya squeezes her hand. “Alaska, pl–” ‎ “You’re real, Katya,” Alaska says as she opens her eyes, pure wonder and joy in them and Katya is overwhelmed at how beautiful her name sounds in Alaska’s lips. “You’re actually here, it took you long enough, I–” Katya did what she’s been wanting to do for a long time now. She’s crying now, she thought she’d never be able to taste her lips, hold her. Sure, Alaska’s taller than her now, which was not how she imagined it to be, but she’s reciprocating with as much passion, and it finally sinks in. Katya has Alaska back in her hands, and damn, it’s the sweetest feeling ever. Like all of her hardships and hard work and patience paid off. “Can I do that again?” Katya asks once they’ve break apart. “Depends on when you’ll be back.” “I don’t think I’m going anywhere else,” and as promised, Alaska kisses her then, and Katya feels like she’d finally completed Katya.

**A/N: So it’s kinda vague did Katya die, did Alaska really exist in the first place, was Alaska an imaginary friend of Katya, where did Alaska come from, is Alaska an actual alien, a ghost, was she stuck in the purgatory. See, i have all these questions too, and I didn’t want to establish anything so idk feel free to tell me what you think about it, i hope.

[kingotabek]

Okay so little real time horror story for y'all

Alright kids, let's get this over with. I don't jump scare. I was desensitized at a very young age from jump scares and gore by actual real life horror and carnage and trauma blah blah blah. That's not this story. I live in this house you see, or rather my family lives in this house since I've moved away, but it's the house I was raised in and in which I still stay when I am with my family. Now this house is a normal fucking house on the outside. It's white, it's got a nice new green tin roof. All the windows are intact, and it stands an even two stories with no basement (thank god). It's even surrounded by three acres of flat farm land and 289 acres of gently wooded, rolling hills (also about seven grave yards but once again that's not this story). Paints a nice picture right? Don't most houses in horror movies sound about like this? Right? Normal? Bingo. This place is the most haunted pit of hell I think anyone could ever come across. It's stood for over 119 years, with more people than I can count on my fingers and toes, dying under it's redone roof (most of their pictures hang in the upstairs bedroom cause my grandmother is a sentimental freak. And they're the old antique photographs too which adds to the horror). Now I can say this house is haunted all I want, but I have stories to back it up. Stories of learning to tie my shoe laces because I saw the ghost of my dead grandfather and he showed me how (I was four). Stories of my friends literally running in fear onto my front lawn in the middle of the night, because they were sleeping upstairs with "the mirror" (another old antique I wish my irrational family would get rid of). Stories of voices, and floating arms in photos and things levitating and moving and even disappearing. Stories of walking through the projection of my great aunt Vivian on my way to the bathroom at four am, because it was dark and I thought she was my mom, so of course I approached her. I could tell you all these stories and have an actual book of my personal accounts as well as some eyewitness testimonies from past house guests. It'd be a lovely 600 page manual by the time I've finished recounting the tales. But the story I want to tell you happened tonight. I'm home visiting my mother and grandmother for the week. I've already been here three days, and I'm leaving tomorrow. As far as visits home go this one has been relatively uneventful. I'm with gran during the day, and then mom comes home from work, we all watch some tv then around 9 or 10 mom and gran retire to bed and leave me to read or write and do my insomnia routine. Tonight was a bit different though because around midnight I actually decided to put my ass in bed and attempt sleep. I succeeded, for a while. I woke up barely thirty minutes ago because my throat was so dry I'm surprised it wasn't hosting mirages. And like any normal person (or perhaps like any person conditioned by unfortunate events) I sit a bottle of water on my dresser before I go to bed so I don't have to walk through an unlit house. This is particularly convenient because my room is on the complete opposite side of the house from the kitchen, and as I've stated this house is Fucked™ . So I get up and get my drink, and I see something in the dark that looks like it's sitting on the top of my lidded hamper. My hamper that had NOTHING sitting on it when I went to bed. Now I'll repeat it's very dark, I don't nightlight, and this thing isn't very big. It looks to be the size of a human baby at six months. I'm very blind. I'll add that in here. I don't see well in daylight let alone in the pitch black bowels of this house past midnight. So initially (yes, even knowing my own homes backstory and penchant for the supernatural) I write it off as me just seeing stuff out of the dark. I'm very White And Rational™ (id die in a horror movie) so I keep drinking my water, and when I'm done and turning around to go back to bed, what happens? THE THING ON THE HAMPER PITCHES FORWARD AND CRIES. Okay. To my credit I don't jump (jumps scare don't do it for me even real ones). My first thought actually, is that my mother has neglected to let my black cat outside for the night (he's indoor/outdoor this is a FARM so don't come pitching at me for this) and that he's sitting on my hamper. Sometimes when he whines, it sounds like the cry of a small child. Normally, I'd go to the hamper and pick him up, but he hasn't jumped down yet on his own either, and I'm still feeling unsettled. So I do another stupid thing, and go to my bed and get my phone to turn on my flashlight. Doesn't sound stupid. It's stupid. I should have left myself unknowingly in the fucking dark okay. Cause when I shine the light on my hamper I'm not met with my cat. Im met with a baby doll I haven't seen since I was five, sitting serenely, leaned forward with its mouth open, on the top of my hamper. Now kids, I fuck with a lot of things in the land of paranormal. I get a sick thrill from visiting haunting sites that aren't my own home, and I've investigated the history of my home and the surrounding areas paranormal records extensively, because it's an exciting topic. But if there's one thing, other than clowns, that I absolutely do not fuck with. ITS FUCKING BABY DOLLS. Porcelain dolls are fine, rag dolls are fine, toss me Annabelle's haunted ass any day. But not a baby doll, and especially not a life-like one. So at this point I'm actually no longer calm or rational. I haven't seen this thing in years and it was probably buried in the bowels of this house's storage. So my flashlighted, phone-wielding ass, takes off full sprint through the house and into my mothers room. She consequently jolts awake because I scare her with my thunderous presence, and she sits up. I explain to her what happens as fast and as calmly as I can. And I don't know if her tired brain absorbed all of it, cause really she wasn't rational at all but more in a sleepy, half-cocked sense than in a hysterically frightened sense. She calmly walks through the house blinking in the dark. Leaving me standing in the door to her room, and when she reaches my room, and I guess subsequently the hamper, I hear her eloquently say, "Well, shit." Just calmly. Rather gently. "Well, shit." She then proceeds to come back to where I'm still standing with the doll in question held over one elbow. Like it's nothing. I'll give her the credit of being sixty years old, and having lived in this house for every waking minute of it, so perhaps she's even more desensitized than I am. Or she's just batshit nuts, blown over the looneys nest. Because the next thing out of her mouth is: "I found it the other day. Thought I put it in my room." And she just walks by me back into her darkened room, sets the doll down somewhere, and climbs back into her bed. Leaving me to return to my own bed, where I'm currently lying fully awake, mourning the loss of whatever sleep I COULD have gotten, because I have to worry I'm going to wake up with a doll sitting somewhere in my vicinity when in all probabilities it apparently should have been in my mother's room. So. There's that.