#and im not saying this in a way of 'youre stupid when ur 15' or 'your life is basically over when youre 30'

[silouvertongues]

gotta get up early for class tomorrow im so sleepy but i suddenly felt the urge to calculate how much money's been spent on my post secondary education till now and i literally feel nauseous

[dumblesbiansworld]

Uhhh im 20 now. If any my friends (ca. my age) decided to date a 30 yr old, I would seriously pull them aside and have a lil talk about having a toxic relationships and being manipulated. No one on this planet earth can actually convince me that this age gap is healthy.

[paiges-1vur]

can you write for hopkins p x reader!! also love ur stories babe 💗

hold on, we’re going home… as always, enjoy loves <3

paige bueckers. the girl from the small town in minnesota. the uconn women’s basketball commit. ya, you “went to the same school as her.” at least thats what people knew about the two of you. paige wasnt openly gay, but wasn’t necessarily denying any allegations. you were both in similar situations, and were both… girl kissers. you had met in ap biology, junior year. ever since then you guys had become friends, but not necessarily close friends.

you really found out that paige was gay the night you got drunk for the first time. you were hanging out with one of your close friends kaylie. the two of you were just having fun at her house because her parents were gone for the weekend. towards the end of the night, you had found yourself abandoned in her room, while she hooked up with her boyfriend of the time in her hot tub. while trying to walk down to the kitchen to grab water, you fell and fucked up your knee bad. you panicked at the gushing blood, and subconsciously called paige, the first person you could think of. “hey paigey poo! im having so much fun, but can you pick me up…”

two things were sure. one, that she picked up the damn phone in one ring. and two, you were in her car less than 15 minutes later, on the way to her house. you had the hiccups, and the car was silent most of the way home. you decided to break the silence. “hey…paige” you slurred, pausing to hiccup. “are you mad at me.. because im drunk and because i called you.. to come get me?” you managed to ask.

her jaw tightened, her eyes set on the road. “what happened, y/n…” she said plainly. it was a moment before she spoke again, “and.. no. im not mad” her eyes flickered over to you for a second before shifting back to the road again. you were sat criss cross apple sauce in the seat next to her with your hands placed in your lap. “well… me and kaylie were having sooo much fun,” you notice her tongue move against her cheek as you say this, but keep speaking anyway. “but then this stupid guy came over and started…i dont know but kaylie seemed reallyyy busy.” paige thought carefully before she answered. she looked to your knee, “i will take care of your knee when we get home, so dont worry about that,” she locks eyes with you as she speaks “the guy didnt… bring a friend?”

you drunkenly ruin the moment and light heartedly punch paige in the arm, snorting before confessing, “oh god no! i dont know.. its confusing, this year i realized i think im actually into-” you look over to a smirking paige. “into what?” she asks looking at you like your about to be her last meal. you swallow and immediately quiet down. “i-i forgot. are we almost there?” you try to shift the conversation. she laughs, as she pulls into her driveway. talk about perfect timing. paige swiftly got out of the car, putting her lanyard with her keys in the pocket of her sweats. she made her way to your side of the car, opening the door. “im gonna pick you up, i dont want you to fall trying to walk and hurt yourself even more. “ you swallowed. you werent big by any means, and if anything were on the smaller side, but something about someone picking you up always made you feel uneasy. “no.. paige i can just walk, you cant hold me” you try to push her arms away but soon you find yourself being hauled bridal style through paiges front door. you were soon brought to her bedroom, and she placed you to sit gently on the edge of her bed.

“here,” she threw you an oversized tshirt that would reach to about your knees. no surprise, it was a uconn tshirt. “put this on, i dont know if you noticed but your hoodie is soaked, you must have spilled something on it without realizing.” you look down frowning at the stain. “thanks paigey,” you pull the hoodie off and put the tshirt on, paiges eyes fixed on your body the whole time. “mm smells, really good paige.. you smell so fucking good.” she grins walking towards the bed, rolling her eyes and putting a bandaid on your no longer bleeding knee. “thank you, y/n your too sweet” she says softly, looking you in the eyes. “uhm- its really hot in here… can i take off my sweats? i dont want to melt” you ask half nervously, half giggling. paige smiles down at you, placing her hands on the bed next to either side of you, standing between your legs. “ill help you ma, dont worry..” she says, moving to help you take them off. “just lift your hips for me baby” you quickly comply and she pulls them off, throwing them somewhere on the floor.

your paralyzed. trapped by paiges arms, her eyes devouring you. “you can get comfortable, lie down and ill go grab you water” she says finally getting up from between your legs and turning to the mini fridge in her room. you lie down and she tosses you a water. you quickly drink it, watching as she climbs into bed next to you. she leans against the headboard, one arm propped behind her head as she turns to look at you. “uconn looks so damn good on you, you know?” your voice is suddenly gone along with your ability to speak as paige presses you for answers. “about earlier, what are you into? just… want to get to know you better. its been a while since we have talked” she says smirking. she moves her hand to your thigh, slowly tracing up and down the length of it.

your so drunk at this point in time that you cant help but let out a small whine at the sudden touch of paiges cold, long fingers on your hot skin. “oh my.. paige..” her smirk only grows, her fingers traveling higher and higher up your thigh. “yes darling? keep talking dont be shy” she looks at you again, knowing shes about to get what she wants. “well somebody.. recently.. just made me realize, maybe im not into guys” you say slowly. paige takes her hand off your thigh. she looks down at your legs again before meeting your eyes. “dont be shy around me love, just know you can always call if you need help with anything.. okay?” she says lying down.

whatever this… moment is, you dont want it to end. a mix of pleasure and confusion floods your senses as paige grabs you by the waist, pulling you in. “we can talk about.. it, another time love. you need to rest” she whispers, placing a small kiss on your shoulder. you decide to take her advice, and adjust yourself against her body, leaning into her touch as you drift off to sleep in her arms…

muehehhehe lots and lots of tension, but a sweet ending. whats better than that? (pure smut. thats the answer.) i tried to take a break from just writing pure filth, so heres this shitty idea i wrote out at 1 am <3

also i loveeee hopkins p, so expect more fics!!!

[chipchopclipclop]

i just started rewatching soul eater for the first time since i was 15 and Stein is so much more interesting to me than he was then... what are ur soul eater thoughts chip if youre willing to share

i did not experience soul eater as a wee youth, the first time i watched (and then read it) was 4 years ago (give or take) so i do not have the beautifully tinged nostalgia for the series others might. i say this only bc it colours my thoughts of the series pretty well lmao.

the anime is alot better than the manga just by virture of bones' animation being incredible but also its like 40% less painfully fucking horny (though still is its shounen) and the way some of that plot goes in the second half is so fucking bad in the manga (though not all, but god). It's not like the anime gets rid of everything like that stupid ass argument black star has with maka still makes me want to murder him but ultimately i like the anime and its writing more. i think my minds canon is just a meld of parts i like from both lol.

ohkubo is also just on my top ten list of mangaka i need to actually kill like hes a solid #3 on the needs to die list. his designs and art improvement were fun to watch and i do love halloween world and his toony stuff, undeniably bangs, but you can really tell by the end where his transformation into horny moe artist came from. sometimes i see people shocked by this and soul eater not's existence and i have to think did we read the same fucking manga...??

sorry i needed to get my bitching out before talking about stein. i love stein. so many things wrong with him. he is 70% of the reason i got around to watching it and 95% of the reason i kept reading it. i think how expressive he is is alot of his charm, like he does alot of moe body language you might not expect of his type of chara.

hes #crazy and #madscientist and #edgy and #insaneasylum but also very silly and whimsical... kind of emblematic of the world of soul eater at large actually, this is also alot of the other characters appeal in this universe too (DEATH THE KID).

he's obsessive, hes empathetic, hes also sadistic, hes got a screw in his head, megane, fun with kids, perfect man. hes also got both an equal capacity for getting worse and better in him which can be fun to think about in either direction, and you've got characters that do influence him either way for that in the series. im also kind of remembering clicking the screw in his head is to help somewhat deal with his mental state actually, king of the disability aid...(?)

you can treat his character very seriously or lightheartedly, i think the writing in both versions maintains that balance well. It also makes everyone else who actually sticks around him somewhat deranged too (the fact he did surgery on spirit at school but spirit still interacts like pretty normally at work with him after meeting again. lmfao. THEY WENT DRINKING TOO) the fact he still calls spirit senpai also is so funny. its like 40% a dig at him but also 60% genuine. i hate gay people btw.

i like the thought that he was more stoic when he was younger but as he got older stopped trying to hide his eccentricities as much, and became more expressive lol. younger stein to me is a guy screaming in his head 247 but looking like 😐 while spirit stares at him trying to decipher what his eyelid twitching today means.

[abyssalzones]

reading thru ur posts about the BoB is like. making me SLIGHTLY less afraid to read it. i have it but havent cracked it open amd im very interested to see your full review though! At the same time im sooooo Fully Afraid of seeing stupid takes from the fandom abt the book 🥹 ppl do not know how to act

yeah -_- I'm glad it's made you less afraid, because I found it to personally be a very cathartic read after enduring the brunt of it (which I will elaborate on... soon...) and I would love for more likeminded Gravity Falls fans to read it as well so I can see what they think. And... yeah, that's largely because, likewise, I don't trust a good chunk of the takes from people I'm seeing right now. I dipped into the tag for about 15 seconds and had to leave.

I suppose most of all I just don't understand how we all read the same book if I'm seeing so many people reducing the core message of the story to... shipping fuel? and I've seen people acknowledge that it's supposed to read that way, and to some extent I actually do agree!- but in the sense that ford and bill's relationship is, uh, unquestionably abusive. not "toxic", but like, maybe one of the realest depictions of what it's like being manipulated and living with the shame of intimate partner abuse that I've... ever seen. You could totally counter that statement by saying I haven't seen enough TV shows or whatever but I don't know, it meant a lot to me.

So I'm right there with you, basically. It's very odd and alarming how people approach these things when it is literally the most cut and dry shit ever and then go "but it's canonnn" when you get kind of weirded out about how their immediate instinct is to draw them being cutesy together without any deeper thought. It just reads as very tasteless.

[mamawasatesttube]

no but fr abt ur post in what world does tim put down kon or call him stupid. like yeah when they first met they butted heads and argued all the time but they were 15. after all they’ve been through kon is literally one of the most important people to tim in canon. tim trust kons judgement, they’re the bestest of friends idk about y’all but I dont go around calling my bestie dumb (unless it’s like joking around when they do something silly). he’s completely obsessed with kon and everything about (and vice versa). tim would probably destroy the world to keep kon safe that’s the dynamic. they’re best friends first and foremost and that’s what makes their dynamic so great

RIGHT!!!!!!!!! they butted heads in the early days but imo they did so in a way where they did both have a mutual respect for each other, just disagreed a lot on priorities and ruffled each other's feathers regularly. (tbh also i think worth noting is a good chunk of the parts where "kon" is undermining tim are actually all match, too.) like not to be always pointing at wf3 (<- guy who is a chronic wf3 enjoyer) but...

they tease each other all the time sure, like the issue of sb94 where kon is wearing a paper bag batman mask and pretending he's trying to give tim a sex talk (also? shoutout to this being one of the weirdest forms of flirting ever. godspeed you weirdass losers) and tim's like "we don't kill, we don't kill," but thats....... such a different ballpark than just "[kon does anything] tim vc 'ugh youre so stupid and annoying, im trying to work, go away'" which is like. half the jokes i see ppl make regularly about them.

and RIGHT!!!! see my friends and i regularly get each others asses but like... the reason that works as a bit and is funny is bc we ALSO regularly all say sappy shit about loving and supporting each other. if its all just constantly putting someone down That's Not Friendship I Am Pretty Sure Actually,

anyway tim respects and even likes kon, and enjoys his company, and doesn't look down on him. shocking but true statements!!!

[fratboychrissgfn]

HOW MUCH LONGER?

plot; you and the triplets been friends for years. you’re closest with chris though. you liked him for months now. you just.. don’t know how much longer you can hold it in.

⚠️; cussing? lol not much here, but photos of texts will be included and they’re made by me, other photos from pinterest 💕! don’t take ts serious, it’s just fiction 😊.

you’re getting ready and you get a text from chris.

( bad quality photo, oopsies!! )

a big smile appears on your face. you’re so glad chris asked. he’s never sent you a heart emoji before. either way it’s probably being used platonically. but were you using it platonically?

you get done with your make up and choose your outfit .

you drive to the triplets house. it’s now 1:25PM. you knock on the door and matt opens it. “oh hey y/n! here for chris again?” matt says. “yeah..!” you respond. matt gives you a small gentle hug since he hasn’t seen you in a bit. you hug back as chris comes from his room. “ hii y/n”chris says with a big grin as he goes in to hug you. you hug back. you feel so safe, secure and loved when he hugs you. his touch makes you feel a way you’ve never felt. he has such a gentle demeanor and you love it. how much longer til he realizes you have romantic feelings for him?

“okay well, we’re gonna head out now. let nick know we’ll be back in a few hours!” chris says as me and him walk to the driveway to my car. matt nods as he closes the front door. “can i drive? you never let me drive.” chris says as he frowns slightly as he jokes with you. “ yeah.. i don’t let you drive for a reason. maybe next time when im not in the car with you?” you smile sarcastically. “yeah whatever.” chris gets into the passenger seat as you start the engine. “mall?” you ask chris. “sure!” chris says.

about 30 minutes later into the drive, chris lets out a frustrated sigh. “what’s up?” you ask him. “nothing.. it’s just this girl. she likes me but she’s nothing close to my type and she’s such a weirdo. she collects dead frogs and hangs them on her fuckin wall. and i can’t block her cause she has so many fucking accounts. trust me.. i already tried.”

your expression changes, it softens a bit. you think to yourself, does he really think that about her?.. why has he never spoke about her?

“oh? collecting frogs and hanging them up? that’s new.. how does she look?” you ask chris. “ eh she has blonde hair, and has heterochromia eyes that are blue and green. i don’t know. i feel like i can’t see myself just standing next to her.”

you thought to yourself once again. he hates blondes? green and blue eyes.. that’s beautiful? how can he not like her? he has to be lying.

“blue and green eyes. that’s sounds pretty unique? you sure you don’t like her.? “ you ask chris. “fuck no, she really knows how to piss me off. she spams my phone with photos of stupid shit” chris says, you chuckle at that knowing his face is giving off that he’s actually irritated. “just ignore her. cmon! we aren’t hanging out TOGETHER for you to be pissed.” you say as you roll your eyes.

“ yeah you’re right, y/n. anyways though, how much longer til we get there?” chris says as he nods and puts his phone onto his lap. “uhh hmm about 15 more minutes.” you reply.

2:15PM

you guys are now at the mall. you guys head out the car and walk up to the mall. “ did you have to park that far, y/n?” chris says as he bumps ur elbow. “what? my car is new! i can’t risk it being near so many cars!” you roll your eyes.

you guys get into the mall. as you hear chris’s phone vibrate in his pocket, that girl is calling him again. you peek into his pocket and see that her name is jenny. “ oh my fucking god..” chris says as he turns his phone off and sighs in frustration. “it’s okay just have a good time. we’re hanging out to have fun and enjoy today.” you say , chris smiles at you “ mhm you’re right” chris says. the way he smiled at you just makes your heart melt. words can’t explain how much you just wanted to kiss him right there.

“ i’m gonna go check out that hat store, you gonna come or?” chris says as he points to a hat store, “ i’m okay, i’m probably gonna meet you in there.” you reply staring to the victoria secret a few stores down. “okay.” chris says as he walks off. you head into the victoria secret,

you walk in, grabbing everything you want, some pink laced underwear, aswell with another matching one that was red, you got some laced bras to match them aswell and lastly you got a few perfumes. as you’re walking to the checkout, chris comes up from behind. “hey i saw some hats i liked, i bought them already but here.” chris holds his card out for you, willing to pay for your stuff.. as always. you always loved how generous he was towards you. “chris it’s okay i got it.” you say giving him a smile, “ no y/n it’s okay” he says, as the worker scans all your items putting it into a bag, you dig into your bag getting your wallet. chris taps his card on the scanner. “chris! really? i could’ve paid for that.” you say.

“you’re all good y/n” chris says as he smiles, grabbing the bags and handing it to you

you guys walk out of the victoria secret. “thanks chris! i really could’ve paid though..” you say giving him a soft smile, “ yeah.. you’d wanna spend $150 in a store u were in for less than 15 minutes..” chris says as he nudges your shoulder softly.

about 10 minutes later you guys come across and arcade. “can we go, y/n!??” chris says as his eyes lighten up as he stares at the arcade.. you sigh “ ugh really chris?? you had to choose today?” you say, “pleaseeee, there’s a new game! cmon! we’ll have fun.” chris says as he grabs your hand, leading you to the arcade. you let out a quiet soft gasp as he grabs you hand, you nod as you guys walk into the arcade, his hand never leaving yours.

“ let’s go to that game!” chris says pointing to the newest arcade laser tag. “ fine.” you say as you put your shopping bags into the litter compartment the worker offered to you. “woah.. where did we just go?” chris says, still holding your hand as you guys walk into a huge room. “hmm let’s do the 2 versus 2 people laser tag!” chris says as he leads you to the 2 vs 2 room. “ how long are we gonna be here “ you say as you roll your eyes, but in reality you love spending time and seeing chris happy with you.

3:00PM

you guys are playing the laser tag and you and chris win. “ that was so tiring “ you say as you grab all the shopping bags. “no it wasn’t! it was great. here let me help.” chris says as he grabs the shopping bags from your arms.

“ anyways should we go get some food now?” you say, chris nods. “ wingstop?” you ask chris, “ you know me so well, y/n.” he says as he smiles.

3:45PM

you guys are now at this hill, seeing the view of the city, eating together, making jokes, enjoying everything. “ this is great chris! where’d you find this place?” you say staring at the city view of LA.

“ me and matt would come here and eat pizza together “ chris says as he laughs.

about an hour goes by and you guys are finally at the triplets house. chris knocks with the shopping bags on his arms still. nick opens the door, “ wow looks like you guys had fun” nick says, “ yeah we actually did” chris says as he pushes nick and heads upstairs to the kitchen. you’re behind chris and show nick some extra wingstop you bought for him and matt. “ got something for you and matt!” you say as you hand him the food. “thank you y/n!”

4:45PM

you leave the triplets house. and you drive back home. you get a notification from chris as you pull into the driveway.

you smiled as chris’s text, as you walk out your car carrying your bags into the house. you get another text from him.

you smile even harder.. knowing that chris doesn’t even know how much you like him & wish you guys could spend the rest of your lives together. you reply to his text, trying to act normal as if your stomach isn’t doing literal somersaults.

you sigh and roll your eyes as you already know. chris took a photo on your phone. you weren’t mad about it tho.. of course.

you stare at the photo, in your head you’re just thinking how he looks so cute in that photo.

( ummm skip forward causeee im lazy to continue this part of the story. )

the next day 5:30PM

. you’re at the triplets house, you’re waiting for your friend to come pick you up to hang out but you’re spending some time with the triplets before you go since you’ve spent time with chris mainly. “so.. where yall headed?” matt asks, “mm i’m not sure actually..” you say. you got a text from your friend, leah.

your face makes a “ 😐 “ face as you suddenly roll your eyes turning off your phone just leaving leah on read. you were excited to hang out but not anymore.

“ what’s up? ya looked bothered as fuck “ chris says nudging your shoulder as he takes a seat next to you on the couch, opening a pepsi. “ my friend just cancelled plans..” you say as you roll your eyes. “ really? damn.. it’ll be okay y/n, i mean.. you can always hangout with her another day?” nick says, “ yeah well i actually WANTED to see her today. not any other day. we haven’t hung out in months. “ you reply.

about 30 minutes later, nick takes a nap in his room while matt is doing a twitch stream. you and chris, still on the couch. you’re about to take off your jacket, as you’re about to take your arm out of the sleeve, chris stops you. “ hey y/n.. y’know about your friend?” chris says as he holds your shoulder, “yeah? what about her.” you say with a annoyed tone as you speak of her. “ you think.. maybe i could just take you out?” chris says giving you a bright smile.

your heart stops for a moment. you feel so many emotions right now, you’re nervous , yet happy he asked , yet afraid he’s just doing it to make you feel better..

“ chris you don’t have to. i know you’re doing it cause my friend just stood me up basically..” you say as you stare down to your shoes. chris rolls his eyes, “ huh? y/n, when did i ever say that? i do wanna take you out. come on, stop having those assumptions without knowin’ the truth” chris says as he rubs your shoulder softly “yeah we’ll see.” you say as chris gets up, motioning u to come with him.

you guys walk out the house. “ you gonna let me drive?” chris says giving a small smirk

UHH SO IDK IF THIS IS TOO LONG BUTTTT PART TWO COMING SOON??? anyways thank you for reading 😍!

[saintmurd0ck]

hey babe hope ur doing well. i've been scrolling through ur nyc posting and... ur making me miss nyc sm i'm actually tearing up. i love. that fuckin city so much idk how to describe it. i know it sounds so fckin stupid and cliche but legit since i was little i wanted to live there.

seeing it in shows and movies when i was little and becoming obsessed with various marvel characters who lived in different boroughs (my main one being matt ofc lol)

and then visiting for the first like a few years ago and staying in the city a long weekend and finding little local places to eat. getting into the residential areas and everything just feels so... right.

you can hear people moving down on the street, you can see the chrysler building from your window, you can hear the ambulances and the construction workers and the trash collectors, you can smell the food the neighbors are cooking when you step out in the tiniest hall and into the tiniest elevator

seeing people talking and yelling at each other from open windows cause these people have lived here years and sitting there eating the best damn food youve had in your life from a tiny hole in the wall place on the edge of china town.

going across the street and down steps into a second hand bookstore where the floorboards creak with EVERY step and the back is literally a shed shoved up to the door taking up most of an alleyway and you just feel so fucking at peace and alive because the city is alive and FUCK

the subway and the architecture and the PEOPLE

RHI the first time i ever visited i was doing all the dumb tourist things and was walking through hells kitchen (didn't even realize I was at the time) and some middle age guy stops me on the street

he has a thick ny accent and starts asking me about my day and if i'm a tourist and what attractions ive visited and hes cracking jokes and acting like he's known me for years and telling me about his wife and hows hes traveled the world and giving me tips on how to dodge random vendors

and he tells me he stopped me cause i reminded him of his kids and he says "oh, welcome to hell's kitchen by the way, best part of the whole city"

and i. i'm so fucking broke im so broke but i swear im going to live there i have to live there i have to

and i thought it would wear off, cause that's what everyone says. the more you visit the more trash you see and the more bad things you see. and you do. i saw more trash and rats and all of that but. it just made me fall in love with it more

everyone's just there, trying to survive and trying to live their lives and i love that. yeah it has it's problems but i don't care. every time i visit i see one bad thing and twenty good things, and twenty-one reasons to love that stupid city even more

anyways let me actually shut the fuck up, ily hun, hope your day continues to get better

i am absolutely over the fucking moon receiving this, ren. i hope you know how much it means to me that you took the time to write all of this out and share your thoughts with me. firstly let me say, i feel like new york city is kinda a city of clichés, but they're all true. it has this... magic to it, and it kinda sucks you in.

when you say everything feels right, i know exactly!!!! what you mean. here i was, in a country i'd never stepped foot in before, over 15 thousand km (9320 miles) away from familiarity, but yet i knew what i was doing. it felt like some kind of puzzle piece had just clicked into place, and it only took me 21 years to find out.

i feel that the thing with new york is, the residents all have the same thing to say. "oh yeah this city fucking sucks" or some sort of variation on the criticism. but at the end of the day -- at the end of the day, they step back and think, "oh yeah, i live here. in new york freakin city." and it's such a bonding thing.

i thought it would wear off too, and after a while you'd just get used to it and everything would be mundane, but it never felt like that. even being back home, back to reality, i'm pining for it. the thing i've stressed the most about going away is that it never was a holiday. it was never supposed to be that. it was actually the chance for me to go there and ask myself honestly: "can i actually live here? would i like it?" and i am so glad i proved myself right.

so yeah, let's get an apartment in hell's kitchen. let's wake up to the sound of traffic and sirens and someone yelling on the street below, then go for coffee where the baristas pretend to care about our coffee orders (until they do). everything's a subway ride away, one way or another. fuck it, let's go on the staten island ferry at three in the morning and laugh about all the people who've paid $200 to go see lady liberty (when they can be doing it for free).

the city is alive, and while it can take and take and take from you, it leaves a part of its magic in your soul. and you know what? i'm fine with it.

the city awaits with open arms...

and i can't wait to go back.

[maiverie]

hihi! im kinda young (14 turning 15 in aug!) and i saw that another anon asked for your help on creating a blog .. i kind of need help too 😭😭 do you have any tips on writing? i wanna start a blog but have no experience in writing like AT ALL. except for maybe writing essays for eng or having to create comfort texts for friends because erm therapist friend here☝️

hiiii omg im so sorry for the late reply HAHA but firstly happy early birthday for august!!! plsss I'd be so happy to help! here's my reply to the other post on setting up your blog :>

as for writing tips,,,, um bro honestly idk if I'm the best person to answer ur question but here are some of my personal thoughts!! also comfort friend so real DONT GET BURNT OUT THO 😭

—(long post below)

disclaimer: I am obviously not the best most amazing writer, so these are just my personal thoughts !!! I'm sure there are other users out there with better insights !!!

when I started writing I was like really really really shit like PROPER shit it's actually fucking embarrassing reading back to it 💀 but idk sometimes it's just fun to look back and see all the improvements I've made along the way — for you, it might be that way too. you might feel like it's shit to begin but honestly the more you write, the easier it becomes and naturally you'll improve ! so I think the best mindset to have when you start is to just try, and be okay with the fact that it will obviously not be your best work and you'll just get better and better and better!

here are some writing tips I've previously written - I'll reiterate some of the points there but maybe give it a read and see if it helps?

I think it's easiest to start with one idea and use it as a seed — just let ideas slowly grow from it; keep adding little details and details until it sprouts into a big tree! for example, you can pick a trope that you really like (maybe something you've read before in someone else's fic, or something you've seen in movies/tv shows/books) and then pick a member from whichever group you want to write for (I'm assuming enhypen since you're on my blog) and just write!! for example, you can pick enemies to lovers and then be like hmmm I really want to do jay and enemies to lovers! from there, you can think about the smaller details: why are they enemies (plot)? what do enemies say to each other (dialogue)? where are they when they say these things (setting)?

I think it's easier to write the kind of things that you like to read! so if you really like one shots, write a one shot. if you like smaus, write an smau. if you like headcanons, do the same! stick to whatever you've seen before because then it'll feel a little less daunting! personally, I used to read a lot of like stupid little romcoms growing up and so that's just naturally what I kind of write now ^^ you'll notice that everyone has different taste; so you might see someone's writing and be like "wow it's really good!" and people might disagree with you — in saying that, don't try to please everyone and just write whatever u like ^^ you'll attract people who personally gravitate toward your writing !

tbh, fic writing is nowhere near the same calibre of actual book writing so I wouldn't fret too much about designing a really intricate plot with like fully-fleshed characters because nobody really does that anymore (at least not on blr? i think that's more common on wattpad where people have like 20+ chapters ya feel) — I think just write what makes you happy! If it's about your bias + a trope you like then ezz that's all u need to do hdfshsdh

there are people who like to fully plan out fics and there are people that just wing it — I'm sure you'll find your style, but don't feel worried if you can't seem to brainstorm anything! I think it's easier to just start, and then think about that could happen next. maybe you can start a story with dialogue and then just continue on with the conversation !!

when you're writing scenes, think about setting and characters — for example, think about how they feel, how they react to another character’s dialogue, how they physically react to someone's touch, how cold or hot the weather is, where they're standing/sitting and what their surroundings look like, what time it is, etc. etc. obviously don't include everything (especially the irrelevant stuff) but my point is that there are so many different directions you can go!

here are some other tips I can think of:

read your dialogue out loud and think to yourself, "would someone actually say this?" also, make sure only one person speaks per paragraph so it's less confusing

use a thesaurus sparingly — try not to use convoluted language bc I'd say people who read your work are going to be around the same age as you and idk it's just a lil weird if you're using random words that nobody really uses irl

pay attention to your grammar/syntax — make sure some sentences don't run too long and that when you read it out loud, it makes sense!

also spell-check HSDHDS BUT HONESTLY MY FICS ARE RIDDLED W TYPOS LIKE IT DOESNT RLLY MATTER TBH.. SO LONG AS ITS NOT HORRIBLE?? UHH

treat your characters like real people and think about what they say/do and if it's something in or out of character!! in saying that, give them motivations and fears and all the juicy stuff that real humans have — if you care about writing a story that people will remember, then I think it'd be great if you could write memorable characters by fleshing them out and making them lovable or hate-able(?) or relatable.

make sure scenes flow from one to the other — it's the same as you do with your eng essays! you make sure you're not talking about one thing before quickly jumping to the next. I think you can apply the same logic to writing fiction :))

honestly it's hard to give tips because I'm not sure what type of stories you want to write and what direction you're going for, so I'm really sorry if my tips were a little too generalised!! but if I'm gna be like so so so so fr right now, I honestly think writing for enhablr can be easy/simple — my tl;dr is that you should just pick a member + easy trope + make sure you have a mildly interestingly plot and once you add in decent grammar, you'll probably do really great! I don't mean this in a bad way, I just think ff writing doesn't have to be too difficult because most people just want to read about and imagine their bias in situations they'll never be able to see irl (its kinda the whole point of ff)!! I don't think people think much about fics beyond that !! this is all just for fun!!! so I really hope u have fun writing!!! lmk what u end up working on ^^

I hope this helps; idk if it did 😭 but lmk if u need any more clarification 😭💖

[arillusionist]

s&b s2ep2 reactionn once again it has been. too long since i watched this show

oh hell nah why is this episode so long

i might have to start now finish later

THE KNIFE BOMB AND GUN IN THE INTRO?? please tell me this is a crow centered episode of sorts 🙏🙏

everyone calling nikolai a pirate is so funny

she looks like inej from the back or maybe im just crazy

"my alina" is crazy hes so fucking weird

crow centered episode my ass its been 10 minutes and theyre still not here

maybe theyre js showing everyone else first

get your hands off her get a job 🗣️ i've said it before and i will say it again

genya looks terrified

Is that ketterdam i actually cannot tell i cant imagine it in the daytime

yay it is

young kaz looks so unkaz its hard to believe its kaz

OH kaz blew up the crow club why did i just realize that... anyways that feels so wrong to me i kinda wish they just did the book's plotline

why does kaz calling matthias nina's man sound so funny

yeahhh he knows what hes doing putting jesper and wylan together

"i like having her around" ong me too

seeing hellgate in daylight is also very wrong

ICE COURT MENTION 🔥🔥

"our god will forgive you" Not with that dream he wont?? ur going to hell matthias

PLEASE HE SAID IT HIMSELF

well that was almost 15 whole minutes of crows so maybe i was right

can alina please hang out with these people more they're better than mal

this is where i take a break because the darkling's parts are so boring

its literally the next day but im back

KANEJ TIME

get his ass inej

HES SO STUPID JUST TELL HER

the way he still doesnt know mals name

and the way mal still calls him a pirate lmaoo

is he on the same island as alina i cant tell

no probably not

i dont get why alina doesnt want to kill it like theres no way she can tame that giant ass thing

the sea whip looks so small - like i get why they changed it but still it feels weird

nina is so cute 😍

why isnt jesper teasing wylan why do they keep removing the funny from the characters

they got inej oh kaz is going to murder him for that

Nvm they havent got her yet

STAB HIM INEJ

THAT SMILE STOP i feel like kaz rn

oh my god this scene is breaking me amita suman is such a good actor 😭😭

if kaz dont get his ass over here RN

PLEASE NOT JESPER REMEMBERING WYLAN WHEN HES ON TOP OF HIM

every time i think "damn maybe pekka is as smart as kaz" they prove me wrong

get him inej who needs kaz

please dont let the episode end yet ahh

somebody needs to smack some sense into kaz because hes literally taking advantage of them but hes acting like their lives dont matter

did they get the sea whip or not

oh they did

i like alina's storyline now but everytime the darkling comes on... 🥱🥱🥱

mal doesnt seem like hes jealous or whatever tf he was feeling in the books hopefully it stays that way

i cant take the darkling seriously who is he talking to

and done i might watch ep3 today if i have time

[heyitsoak]

SCREAMS I LOVED ALL UR FICS SM I READ THEM ALL IN LIKE 15 MINUTES. I LOVE. IM LITERALLY GONNA BE SPAMMING YOUR INBOX. Could we maybe get movie or boom tails with a mad inventor reader?? Not in a villainy way though, they're just a mechanical genius who instead of making innovative and useful inventions just makes. really weird stuff. like a robot w boxing gloves that follows you around and whacks you whenever you say something stupid or act nasty. and their personality is really unpredictable, like they usually seem unnervingly chill but get MAD EXCITED over the strangest things and situations n overall are. a strange specimen. once again i luv ur works :))

SOBBING THANK YOU SO MUCH!! IT MEANS SO MUCH THAT YOU LIKE MY WORK! AND I LOVE THIS IDEA!! I hope it’s alright that I wrote headcanons!!

Warnings: Sex jokes? (Nothing to severe though) & Cursing

Movie Tails with a mad inventor reader!

The first time Tails saw you was in a grocery store, he was with Tom and Sonic and Sonic pointed you out

The first thing he noticed was the giant robot following you around with boxing gloves

He wasn’t sure if he should be impressed or concerned, he thought it was very cool though!

Him and Sonic decided to approach you and when Sonic was standing in front of the robot he said loudly “Woah!! It’s huge!”

And without thinking you immediately respond with “haha, that’s what she said”

Not even a second later you were met with a smack to the back of your head by the robot

Tails jumps and asks worriedly “Why did it do that?! Are you okay??”

You laughed it off and rubbed the back of your head where you were hit and explained “Oh, I programmed it to do that”

Tails was obviously very confused as to why you would make a robot that hits you whenever you say something stupid or weird

Once you found out he also likes to invent stuff you two immediately became friends

It didn’t take Tails long to realize that you’re super chill but get insanely excited over the smallest things, yet he thinks it’s cute

Like you two could be walking through the park and you see a shiny rock or a cute duck and immediately start freaking out because how cool or cute you think it is

Once you were sitting in Tails’ workshop sitting on his desk and talking to Sonic and Tails as he worked on another invention of his

He was making an invention that turns one object into two and as an example he put one ball into the machine and then two came out

“Look! Now there’s two balls!” Tails said excitedly that his machine worked

And you just laughed and said “Pffft, balls”

And then you where punched by your robot, without a second thought you responded with “Ow! What the fuck man?!”

You were punched again by the robot… yeah you learned your lesson after that.

..or not

This was so fun to write!! Thank you so much for requesting and feel free to send more! :D

[kyoryu]

do you have any headcanons about sashanne high school breakup? i know it sucks thinking about the canon end timeline but that little mention in your demi anne comic was intriguing 👀

HEH...you know how anne says we can deal with our emotional baggage later and then never do. sorry for more amphibia criticism but the way they handled sashannes second reunion was so shitty and undramatic it pisses me off how they sweep everything under the rug and just make characters be happy and makeup like nothing.

so... heh. they get together i like to think at 15/16 bc they like each other ofc and have been stuck in this cutesy flirty banter ever since commanding together the rebellion, but there is also all these bottled up emotions that they never brought up and it goes like this:

when they get together as teens they like the version of each other they believe they know. sasha likes anne but when anne is now the emotionally distant one she's unfulfilled. sure anne is affectionate and shes great to her but whenever sasha tries to get the convo onto a more serious ground of Hey i Really REALLY Like You anne tends to play stupid and desperately makes her way out of the situation. heh. turns out dying and getting ripped from you the chance of ever being a child again because you know whats after death and specifically after YOUR death, leaving u with a nihilistic view of life where u just smile through it no matter what, isnt good for a highschool relationship with a newly reformed, takes everything seriously and wants to talk about everything, sasha waybright! thank u amphibia writers anne is 1000% okay after all this and she leads a completely normal happy life doesnt she!

and on annes end. she's deep down, waiting for sasha to betray her at one point. its kind of like, anne is not as committed to the rs as sasha is bc anne's emotionally disconnected. she refuses to think of herself and her own feelings which drives her to never face the fact she has trust issues, which in return means she never truly processed everything sasha did in amphibia and how thats deeply changed their relationship forever

and that all blows up in their faces eventually. sasha snaps at anne for acting like theyre still just friends, anne snaps at sasha for acting like nothing ever happened, sasha snaps at anne, SAD, bc how dare u bring that up, not only was it YEARS ago but i apologized and u forgave me, i thought we were pass that, and anne snaps back at sasha surprised and upset with HERSELF because sasha is right, but also this situations making anne think of things she doesnt want to think and its too difficult. and they break up.

and yknow... bonus points for prom. one or two years after breakup. they decide to go together because somehow it feels weird to go with anyone else. by that point theyre barely talking at all so its surprising when sasha approaches anne to ask her but annes like yknow what. wouldnt have it any other way.

so they go to prom together and theyre cutesy and have Moments and dance together and have almost kiss moment and YOU KNOW WHAT. THEY FIGHT AGAIN. for the DAMN SAME STUFF its like a speedrun of that dating period they have but in 1 night and its the prom and god i love these vibes of shitty prom. it also adds, popular hc of marcy wanting to go to prom with sasha and anne so bad but shes away so she cant fulfill this dream. i see ur "marcy travels to la for prom and sashannarcy all go together" and i bring you "sashanne go together and fight, marcy is away and alone, no one gets what they fucking want" why? bc it is more interesting to think about and im tired of making these characters act like nothing fucking happened

amphibia was not just an adventure that is over with. shit happened and it affects them in the long run. anyways. what was the question

[spiltscribbles]

Im so excited!!!! Here’s a little “It’s always been you. You and only you.” sprinkled in with Green-Eyed Epiphany

~Notes: OMFG bubby!!!! You are so beyond adorable! Thank you So SO much for the sweetness!! I really hope you like this XS and fingers crossed  this fits the promptXS <3 <3 <3

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Prompt Smash Game  |  Send Me A Prompt💜   |  A Reblog Is Like A Huge, Warm Hug!!!

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~R: my mom’s working the night shift at the clinic👀👀

~S: Kinky😏

~S: I can be there in 15

~R: make it 20 and get Chinese x

~S: sometimes I think ur j using me for the food

~R: and bring henny😈

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It’s seventeen minutes since Remus sent the last text when the front door of his modest ranch house begins to thump with a familiar wrapping that’s three quick knocks followed by two slower ones, and he has to wrestle down the eager grin from his face when he swings it open to find one of his closest friends standing at the threshold in that customary  weathered, leather jacket that he found two summers ago when Remus had taken him thrifting for the first time, and an impish sort of smirk that definitely would look ridiculous on anyone else, but only makes Sirius all the more maddeningly attractive. 

“What took so long?” Remus asks mildly, pulling him indoors by the sleeve and gesturing for him to set the goods on the kitchen counter once they cross the small foyer.

“You wound me, Lupin.” Sirius retorts, quick-silver eyes flashing before he pins him against the island and puts his hands on either side of his waistline with more gentleness than Remus would’ve expected before they began this whole sorted affair— Okay, maybe that’s the wrong word for it?

It’s not an affair, or tryst, or carrying on or whatever the fuck else Lily says when she’s teetering on the wrong edge of tipsy and thinks it’s her right to call Remus out on his bullshit— on his stupid, beyond obvious crush he’s been fostering for one of his closest friends since junior high.

It’s none of those things— It’s not nearly as dramatic.

It’s just— Just that yes, Remus has been harboring a tiny infatuation  for Sirius ever since that first day of the seventh grade  when he had moved to this tiny, coastal town after his parents divorce. But how could he have not? Sirius is hilarious, and a genius, and so gorgeous that sometimes it feels like his insides are twisting up whenever he glances over at him. And on that first day, he had just caught Remus’s eyes from across the library shelves before classes begun, and smiled in that uniquely electric way of his, and asked if Remus could put slime in a very specific locker, (Snape’s), for a very specific reason, (Because he kept following Lily around like a creep), on account to no one suspecting the new kid. And yeah— Remus was lost on him an embarrassing amount from then on. 

Sure, it can be regarded as kinda pathetic on Remus’s end— kindling this nest of emotions so close to the chest— but also it’s not as if he’s been lovestruck by his crush, like it’s some sort of waterlogged scarf he’s got dragging him down. His attraction towards Sirius is like a soft melody that’s swelling in the backdrop of all their interactions, nothing overwhelming— not a flood plane, not yet at least. It’s warm, and it’s familiar, and it’s persistent like a flutter of a humming bird’s wings.  And Remus doesn’t mind pining over someone as fantastical as Sirius Fucking Black.

Graciously, in some strike of incredible luck, Sirius never caught on to Remus’s silly feelings, not until that night when they were watching an old movie in Remus’s basement while James and Lily were celebrating an entire year together— save for all their sudden stops and just as speedy starts— and Peter was visiting his grandmother in Tampa Bay. It was the first time they had been alone together since Remus broke up with Caradoc for the final time, and Sirius just looked so fucking good in that casual, white v-neck and his skinny jeans that make him look like some echo of James Dean on his best day. And Remus isn’t sure who exactly moved forwards first, or how the fuck Meg Ryan wandering the Seattle streets was some sort of aphrodisiac, or why Sirius— who could have any guy he would ever want— was actually humoring him, but one second they’re lying down on the sofa— Remus caged between Sirius’s expanse and the cushions behind them— and the next he’s tasting PBR on Sirius’s lips, and has got a fist full of his dark hair, and is thrilling at the feeling of Sirius’s thigh between his legs. And yeah— it just happened like those sort of things are want to do, and by the end of it they were sticky and breathless and diffident in ways they never been around one another, in ways Remus reckons Sirius has never been around anyone.

But the next weekend, when Sirius’s latest sorta— but not really— boyfriend had canceled on their dinner plans, Sirius wandered over to Remus’s bedroom window and it was another tumbling of frenzied hands and loosen buckles and thrusting hips. And then it just became an easy release— a sort of poetry, an understanding in all but name.

And that’s fine. They don’t have to talk about it. Remus knows that Sirius isn’t the type to settle down with a partner, to go bowling for a date, or texting countless messages that amount to nothing at all at the end of the conversation, or putting up with another dude’s parents taking photos of them before leaving to prom or homecoming or whatever the fuck else. And Remus is sorta sick of the idea of love, of trying so hard only to end up heartbroken and eating a gallon of Chubby Bunny in his favorite sweats and cursing John Hughes for pretending Hollywood romances can happen to ordinary high schoolers. 

So yeah— This thing they’ve fallen into with each other is good. They’re friends— best friends— and they have fun and they’re apparently really fucking good in bed together, and Sirius never looks at Remus with pity when he spots him gazing at his profile absentmindedly, and he doesn’t mind when Remus traces invisible designs against his skin when they’re soaking in the after glow, and he never treats him  any different. Sirius still slings his arm around Remus’s shoulders when they walk down the halls, and he still buys him his favorite chocolates when he feels poorly, and he still faces Dorcas's disapproving wrath when he drags Remus out of the library to have a little mischief— whether it’s smoking a blunt in the abandoned skatepark in town or playing some stupid prank on those assholes in their year. 

For all intent and purposes, they still behave the same they’ve always acted around one another, but just with the miraculous addition of mind-blowing and dulcetly ductile sex.

This is good, this is fun, this is completely untethered from the bull shit of romance.

And if Remus mouths against the juncture of Sirius’s neck a little too intensely— trying to pry off the memory of the hickey Sirius had been sporting after spending the weekend with Gideon Prewett— Well no one has to be any the wiser, and by the sound of Sirius’s hitched breaths, he seems not to mind even slightly.

“Except my apology?” Remus asks, more coy than he ordinarily acts as he drops his arms around Sirius’s neck, and leans on the balls of his feet to whisper against his temple.

“Oh, you’re such a bastard,” Sirius retorts, labored as all get out, kneading his fingers into Remus’s ass that’s only covered by the thin layer of his plaid pajama bottoms. “You are going to have to do a lot more for me to forgive the lip.”

Remus laughs in a stammering sort of way as Sirius tugs him along, walking backwards to his room that he’s become incredibly intimate with since the first time they did this three months ago. 

“Sirius, the spring rolls— they’re gross if we have to heat them up again.”

“I’ll postmate us knew ones,” Sirius insists, covering Remus’s mouth with his own with fervor. “C’mon babe, do not tease me like this.”

Sirius must’ve caught his mistake, because he suddenly goes as red as Remus feels— The pet name was to close for comfort considering their strictly friends with benefits nature, but Remus is already half hard, and he really does not want to end this, so with a sly wink, he returns to nipping at Sirius’s jawline, rutting against him in a very unambiguous way. “Fine, if you really don’t think you’ll need the nourishment for your stamina?”

The words have their intended effect, and Sirius makes a small growl deep in his throat before practically tearing off Remus’s shirt, and dipping beneath the waistline of his pants, scooping him up and racing to the bed.

And they get lost in one another beneath the pale glow of Remus’s lamplight and the moon spilling through the window, relearning each others every patch of skin for minutes on end that wax and wane like the delta of ocean waves, unspooling into something tangible and tantalizing with every kiss punctuated with teeth that Sirius trails across Remus’s collarbone, and the way Remus palms greedy hands up and down Sirius’s back until he gets the hint and undresses.

“Well come on, you’re not an invalid, Lupin.” Sirius jeers and Remus chuckles as he follows suit until they’re both finally, blessedly nude. And with an easy assurance of them having done this more than a dozen times now, Remus crawls into his lap and kisses him straight on the mouth, preening how Sirius moans against him— canting up wantonly and grabbing at his hips with a sort of intensity that will probably leave bruises in the shape of the pads of his fingers, and Remus absolutely adores the idea of that, feels something hot and needy and desperate unfurl in his gut as he presses their mouths more forcefully together, going buzzed when he gets to relish in the sensation of their tongues running against one another, and the taste of the ridges on the roof of Sirius’s mouth, and the slide of the soft skin of his inner cheek— gasping when Sirius pulls away abruptly, panting an almost reverent, “Mother of God, Remus,” and tackles him flat on his back before they commence, with the addition of both their hard,  leaking cocks thrusting against one another and Sirius’s hand in Remus’s hair pulling that bit more forcefully while his other one roams the dips and planes of his side— skirting against the divots of his stomach muscle before he wraps it around the pair of them and begins to pull in earnest, to the rhythm that Remus swears was strung from the heavens above.

“Oh— Oh, yeah— Sirius,” Remus breathes out in a haggard sort of way, words that he refuses to ever call a mewl even if they’re stretched out and crackle with emotion.

“Yes—, just say that again,” Sirius practically demands, his mouth completely covering his ear in a wet, hot heat— his teeth scraping against the soft shell. “Remus, baby, just say my name, tell me you want it.”

And God, Remus is feeling so heady— like he’s floating and he couldn’t possibly come back down— that he probably would’ve listened to anything Sirius asked of him, especially if he does that thing again, when he squeezes the slick length of them with a tad more force than they usually play at. “Sirius, Sirius. Sirius, please, I’m close,” Remus shrills in an unsteady staccato— his normally smooth tenner going pitchy and pleading, and he can feel his toes curling, can feel the eminent release coming— What he does not expect is to feel something poking at his entrance, didn’t expect to be struck dumb by the sensation of the tip of Sirius’s large, dry finger poking right there, right against the fluttering hole, while he’s still pumping them in tandem, and the second it hooks inside Remus goes a startling sort of static , sees blasts of white blotching his vision and his head thrown back and his dick spirting out heavily against Sirius’s deliciously defined torso.

And he’s just breathing heavily now, during the come down, can barely make out anything  through the heavy weight around him, the one  cushioning his head— but he does graciously feel Sirius’s cock fucking into his own hand against Remus’s thigh and then idly the feeling of his come splattering him, but then after that he can just barely hear the distant padding of feed against floorboards, followed by a wet washcloth being dabbed against his skin. So when he finally forces himself to focus, he sees Sirius cleaning himself off, wrapping it into the pair of joggers Remus was wearing earlier and tosses it to the corner of the room. 

“Rude,” he scolds with no heat, shuffling closer to him when Sirius lies down besides him once more and circles an arm around his torso.

“THat’s what you get when you’re acting like a lazy fuck,” Sirius counters, smug as all get out while he threads a hand in Remus’s hair.

“Hmm, didn’t see that in the papers recently. Is it a new law?”

“Yeah, actually just past on the senate floor.”

“Interesting… Well considering that only one of us has a senator for a father, I really have to ask to see the power-point you shared with him to get this bill through the stalemate,” Remus’s head bounces against Sirius’s chest from the force of his laughter at the barb.

“Oh, stuff it, Lupin.”

Hiding his smile into Sirius’s skin, Remus does as told, and they both just lie there, as if everything’s gone suspended just for the pair of them, just so Remus can count out the beats of Sirius’s heart pulsing against his sternum, and can feel the way their legs tie into one another, and can feel Sirius mouthing against his temple, blowing his curls with every exhale. 

And Remus thinks that he’d do anything to remember this exact moment for every single day from here on out.

But then the quiet is abruptly and permanently punctured by the sound of his phone chirping, and he has to breathe in deeply before separating from the warmth of Sirius, and fishes down for the device that’s still crammed into the side of his bed from where he had hidden it after that initial text.

“Is Dearborn still on your ass to try again?” Sirius asks, a bit stilted.

Remus wonders if he’s just imagining the tension twisted in the question, but reasons that Sirius’s never been Caradoc’s biggest fan, so he just shrugs it off— really doesn’t want to get into some stupid argument about his asshole of an ex when he’s still feeling so content. “Nah, ’s James. Still trying to force me to go to the homecoming dance with you guys.”

“Oh,” Sirius retorts, lips pinched while watching Remus redress. “You should go, Marls is pregaming and you know she always gets the good shit.”

Remus shakes his head while puttering over to find a new pair of sweats and a sweater. “Nah, just not feeling it this year— Erm, you’re taking Gid I assume.” He’s not sure why he asks it, supposes he’s always a glutton for some pain and shitty feelings to inspire his playlists habit, but also maybe it’s him trying to sober himself. Trying to remember that despite this— despite everything they just did and  how easy it’s always been for them to fall into step with one another— Remus isn’t good enough to be seen with Sirius in the light of day. He’s probably not handsome enough or cool enough or something else that makes Sirius absolutely revolted from the thought. Probably that he’s beyond bookish, and looks painfully virginal and isn’t nearly as sly or snarky as his other conquests.

Truly, Remus should just be thankful that Sirius wants this at all, he shouldn’t be so crazed over the why nots of the situation— it’ll only kill him trying to be something he never could actually affect with any credence.

Schooling his features to something passably indifferent, Remus pivots to face him again, is startled when he finds Sirius still naked and staring at him with a burning sort of intensity in his storm cloud eyes. 

“He hasn’t said anything, but I guess he’s assuming as much,” he finally says, running a hand through his overgrown fringe, that familiar twitch of the corner of his mouth grabbing Remus’s attention. The one that tells him Sirius is actually irritated about something he’s not letting himself say out loud. 

“Erm, good? Gid’s a decent guy.” Remus mutters, head ducked once it gets to a point that he can’t stand Sirius looking at him like that— Not after how blissed out and ferocious he had been groping every inch of Remus only moments ago. “You guys are nice together.”

And it’s like the breath before the worst of storms when his words collapse between them, making the pregnant silence go suddenly suffocating.

“Right,” Sirius intones once Remus levels their gazes, hurriedly standing and collecting his own clothes, fracturing the moment completely. “Right. Whatever, yeah. I’ll go to the fucking dance with fucking Gideon Prewett. That’s good.”

“Sir—“

“No, it’s fine. You can just stay home, and mourn over that douchebag Dearborn some more, even though you ending it with that dick was the best decision you could’ve made, Remus, and I’m not even saying it just because I’m petty. He is a prick, and you need to finally get a clue how much better you deserve, damn it!”

Remus’s head feels like it’s swimming. Why is Sirius so angry all of a sudden? Does he not like Gideon? Why can’t he just cut it off like so many times before? And why the hell is he petty over Caradoc? The entire situation feels like someone’s just handed him a wedge of Swiss cheese and told him to knit it back together. 

“What is up your ass?” He decides is an appropriate enough question for his floundering, and shutters back only slightly at how fuming Sirius looks when he rounds on him— clothes disheveled and fearsome glower heavy on his face. 

“Whatever Remus, if you can’t see that Dearborn is bad news—“

“I’m not pining for Dearborn,” Remus interjects, really doesn’t feel like listening to one of Sirius’s ridiculous diatribes about him, not now. Not when he’s still so bewildered by everything else. “Why would you think that?”

The fire in Sirius’s eyes vanishes as quickly as someone blowing on a candle, and it’s his turn to gawk, gaping at Remus, shoulders dragged down and eyes wide. “Wait— You’re not?”

“No…. I haven’t even thought about him for weeks.”

“Oh.” Sirius looks contemplative for a moment, before the righteous anger that only he could ever wear with such conviction, melts over him once more. “All right, then what the fuck is this?”

Remus stiffens, feels his veins lace with ice, an his breath catch somewhere in his throat, really does not think he’s ready for this conversation. “This?” 

“Yes, Remus, this!” Sirius demands, sounding harsh in comparison to the barely croak Remus had spoken with. “Listen I don’t care if you want me to wait some more, if you need to lick your wounds or whatever. But why are you like pushing me on other people? Why do you want me not to be around? why do you  want me to go out with other dudes?”

Remus lies back on the chest of drawers now, feels beyond dazed. “What the hell are you talking about, Sirius?”

Sirius clenches his teeth right then, the hinge of his jaw going taught 

before he skulks closer, not letting Remus drop his gaze. “Is it me? Is it that you just can’t see me that way? Are you just stringing me along or something? Because I really didn’t think that was your style, but if it’s that, then Remus—“

“Stringing you along?” Remus asks in a voice barely above a whisper, just needs to feel his lips forming the absolutely risible words, even if it makes it so something dark passes across Sirius’s beauteous features.

“Remus, I swear to God! Stop repeating everything I’m fucking saying!”

“Then start making  some damn sense!” Remus snaps, suddenly heated as he straightens and pins him with a proper scowl. “What in holy hell are you going on about?”

“God! Do I have to spell it out!” Sirius barks, cutting the final step dividing them and grabbing for Remus’s shoulders with a tight squeeze. “I know you just wanted to fuck around with someone after Dearborn showed his extreme dickitude, and listen, I was so fucking ecstatic that you wanted me for it. But I can’t do this in-between shit anymore! I’m sorry, but I can’t! And I get if this is annoying, but I’ve been crazy for you for so long. And I just can’t keep myself at an arms length anymore, not now that we’ve really had each other, not after you let me actually touch and taste and fuck you and— Damn it, this isn’t coming out the way I wanted, all right! Damn it, maybe Evans was right and I should’ve made queue cards like some dumb ass— But then James pointed out how unromantic that was, and Marlene said—“

Gently, Remus puts his shaking fingers against Sirius’s lips, effectively killing off anything else he’s about to say. And slowly, everything is beginning to slot into place, and he’s so spiteful over how they’ve been such idiots this entire time— swears to put salt into Lily’s coffee next time he sees her. 

“I didn’t know you actually were into me Sirius.”

Stunned, Sirius’s dark brows hike up to his hairline. “How the hell didn’t you know?” He demands against Remus’s fingers, thunderous and insulted looking.

“Because you never fucking said as much!” Remus defends himself, feels a mangled sort of laughter squirming out. “God, we’re idiots.”

“We’re?” Sirius asks, hesitant and red faced before Remus moves his hand to peck softly against his mouth. 

“I’ve been half in love with you for years you absolute ass-wipe, it’s always been you! You and always you.” Remus tells him breathily, still fighting down the last remnants of his actual, god forsaken giggle— like he’s thirteen again and getting buzzed off his mom’s peach wine coolers. “I only never said anything because I never thought I’d have a chance with someone like you— Someone so— so— Someone so amazing.”

The smile Sirius favors him with right then is something absolutely incandescent, and his eyes shimmer with a very distinct sort of joy that Remus wonders if anyone besides him has ever witnessed. “Then you’re definitely the biggest idiot between us, Lupin.” Sirius declares, knocking their foreheads together, and lacing his hand into Remus’s own before squeezing meaningfully.

“Fuck off,” Remus snorts, presses forwards for another languorous kiss, not feeling in danger of being swallowed whole any more— finally letting himself drown and knowing that Sirius will be there to pull him back up no matter what. 

“Oh, I could get used to this,” Sirius smirks, snakes his arms around Remus’s waste that bit tighter.

“Hmm, there is the problem that I usually don’t put out until at least the third or fourth date,” Remus says mildly.

“Pff, ‘s fine, Lupin,” Sirius insists, grinning beatifically. “I like you being a hussy for me!— Oof, careful with the merchandize, you were speaking some real exaltations about that part of my anatomy not too long ago.”

Moving his knee from the point at hand, Remus sticks out his tongue at him. “See if you ever get any ever again, Sirius Black.”

When Sirius laughs, it sounds like the strike of lightening against unmarked land, and the honey cloaked side of a knife’s edge, and like everything splendid Remus has ever known. And he thinks that yes, he could get used to this right back.

.-

[eternallyhyucks]

pretty boy | choi beomgyu

pairing: bf! beomgyu x gn! s/o

word count: 886

genre/warnings: fluff, none

summary: in which you do beomgyu’s makeup !!

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while waiting for beomgyu to come over, you get all of your makeup ready so that you’ll quickly be able to turn your already beautiful boyfriend into an even more beautiful one.

as you begin to laugh at the thought of his face when he finds out whats happening tonight, you hear a knock at your door.

opening it, you see a smiling boy who immediately embraces you with a warm hug. he notices your extra wide smile and smugly says, “i know youre obsessed with me, but you dont have to show how excited you are, it’s getting a little creepy, you know😩💪”

“oh dont worry, it’s not that, but soon youre gonna wish that that was the actual reason behind my happiness today.” you say with an evil grin on your face.

you drag him to the couch in your living room and sit him down. “stay here, i need to go get something.” following your words, he stares at you confused as you sprint out of the room.

running back in with your hands now occupied with all of your makeup products, you say, “mister beomgyu, it’s your lucky day because today, im doing your makeup!!”

“no. no, you are most definitely not.”

frowning, you stand in front of him. “why not😠😠 you’d look EXTRA pretty gyu. dont you wanna look even prettier than you do now??”

“i like to think that i am just the right amount of pretty as i am, y/n”

“but BEOMGYUUUUUUU☹️☹️☹️☹️” you whine, knowing full well that he always gives into your wants when you act this way.

“ugh i know youre acting like this bc you know i cant resist, but im only agreeing bc youre saying youre gonna make me look even prettier than right now, which, may i add, i dont think is humanely possible🙄”

“trust me, it’s possible” you say laughing.

sitting yourself down on a seat in front of him, you position beomgyu’s head so you can properly apply all of the products on his smooth skin.

after about 15 minutes, you finally got to his eyes. “beomgyu, if u dont stop moving i swear to god im literally gonna tie you onto this seat”

“but your taking so loooooonnnnnnggggg” he complains. “im almost done, please wait JUST a little longer?”

“ugh fine, only bc youre cute”

contemplating whether you want to do his eyeliner or not, you decide to go for it.

“okay im gonna do your eyeliner, this is the last step.” you say getting off of your seat.

“wait if u havent done it yet, then why are you getting up??”

“i have to get closer to your face so i can do it properly, now move ur hands so i can sit.”

you sit next to him on the couch, trying to get a feel of how youre going to start the process of putting the eyeliner on nicely, but quickly realize that you arent close enough to his face.

embarassed, you say “uhh so i dont think we should do the eyeliner lol”

“what why?? i actually wanna do it now tho!!”

“no no it’s okay, i dont think it’ll go with the look”

“you are an insanely terrible liar”

“ugh fine, im still not close enough to ur stupid face”

“okay first of all, my face is far from stupid, ESPECIALLY now. & second, just sit on my lap?? it’s not that difficult.”

(author’s note— y/n rn:🧍‍♀️)

“fym ‘sit on your lap’ i dont want to”

“yes you do” he says pulling you onto his lap.

with your faces now less than an inch apart, you feel your cheeks turning red, but try to focus on only the top portion of his face.

before you could even draw the first line on his eyelid, beomgyu gives you a light peck on the lips and says, “sorry, i had to okay🤷‍♂️ it’s not my fault they were there”

“it literally is ur fault, but anyways,, stop distracting me and let me finish😠”

“ok fine ill stop being the love of ur life JUST until ur done. ugh,, the things i do for you🙄”

rolling your eyes, you concentrate on making sure the lines you drew on his eyelids were straight and the way you wanted them to look. after finishing one eye, you move away from his face and examine your work. “wow im so good”

“are you really though? the only way to find out the truth is when i get to see the final product” rolling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time in the past hour, you start on his other eye.

after about 10 more minutes, you back away from his face once more and sigh. “finally” you grab a mirror from beside you turn it towards yourself.

“you ready?”

“yes yes yes”

you turn the mirror, so it faced beomgyu and his jaw drops, “omg wait i look even beter than usual wtf”

“i literally told u this”

“hm i dont seem to recall🤔”

laughing, you begin to get off of his lap when he pulls u back. “what-“ he leans in and slowly kisses you, catching you by surprise. steadily pulling away, he presses his forehead onto yours.

“i love u”

smiling, you say, “i love u too pretty boy”

©eternallyhyucks

[mizunetzu]

oh my gosh no way~ 💙

happy birthday, sunshine <3<3

Omgeeee tyyyy

Also I’m sorry I’m using ur hbd as a request but I can’t edit my posts unless I’m answering smth so iM SORRY HAHAHA HERES A KUROO DRABBLE

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Drabble - Kuroo x popular male reader

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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There are days Kuroo Tetsurou really, really, really hates (L/n) (Y/n).

Well, not so much hate him, more like ‘hates when he’s whisked away by stupid fangirls when he’s hanging out with him.’ Seriously, it’s only been about 15 minutes, and girls are already swarming him.

Stupid girls. Stupid (Y/n). They literally just arrived at a ramen shop, and he was already occupied with his harem from Nekoma. Kuroo ran a hand through his messy hair. They haven’t even stepped inside for crying out loud.

“R-really-! I gotta go!” He heard (Y/n) say. Some girls whimpered, their faces deflating animatedly. “I came here to hang out with my friend Tetsurou and-“

(Y/n) let out a ‘omph?’, when Kuroo grabbed his waist and ran a thumb against his lips. The girls, and (Y/n), went quiet.

“(Y/n)-kun~ Can we go now? I want you and your cute self in my arms faster.”

(Y/n) deadpanned. Kuroo shot him a look that screamed ‘Dude I’m so sorry, no homo...play along-I’m getting impatient and I wanna eat.’

He was about to say ‘no’, until he heard the squeals and giddy whispers from the few girls around them. (Y/n) caught on.

He ‘shyly’ nuzzled his cheek into Kuroos palm, using his other hand to to cup his other cheek. Mustering up the best embarrassed face he could, he averted his gaze from Kuroo. “Tetsu-chan...not in public...”

Kuroo stifled a snicker as the girls audibly squealed. The power of boys love. (Y/n) stomped on Kuroos foot harshly, drawing up a quiet grunt from him.

“Hm? Not in public?” Kuroo pretended to look around, avoiding eye contact with the 5 girls around them. It was pretty easy though, he was almost 6’1, while the average female height in Japan was 4’11. He practically towered over them. “I don’t see anyone here.”

It was (Y/n’s) turn to snicker internally. The girls were practically eating this up. Good thing he forced Kuroo to watch romance anime's with him. It was exceedingly moe. (Y/n) ‘blushed harder’, and turned to the girls.

“I-I’m sorry-I have to go now...” he stuttered. The girls covered their smiles and squeals with their dainty hands.

“I-it’s alright, (L/n)-kun!” One of them squeaked out. The rest nodded eagerly. “You...seem to have your hands full.”

They all giggled and dispersed, leaving the two standing there, arms still somewhat tangled in eachother.

(Y/n) wove his way out of Kuroo’s hands. “Dude...thought they’d never leave-“

Kuroo erupted into a string of laughter. His throaty laugh echoed in the streets. (Y/n) started chucking a bit himself.

“Dude-your first instinct when I grab your waist was to act like an anime girl?” Kuroo mimicked (Y/n’s) voice, wrapping an arm around his own waist and placing a hand on his cheek. “N-not in public, Tetsurou-senpai~! Kyaa~!”

(Y/n) sputtered. “I-I did not say that! Stupid! Plus,“ (Y/n) ruffled his hair up, and used half of it to cover his eye. He gave his best shit eating smirk. “‘I don’t see anyone here~’ Dude-just because you’re built like a beanstalk doesn’t mean that would’ve worked!”

“But it did work.”

“I meant-like, all the time!” (Y/n) sighed, wiping sweat away from his brow. He chuckled. “You should pretend to be my boyfriend way more. You’re hot, I’m pretty, perfect boy’s love tag team. I bet they’ll leave me alone if you do.”

Kuroo pursed his lips into a fine line, before changing it into a smirk. “Why can’t I be your real boyfriend?”

“Uh-cause I’m a man?” (Y/n) chuckled. He turned around, pushing open the door to the ramen shop. “And I mean there’s nothing wrong with men dating other guys, but like-you smell like body spray and sweat. And we’re best buds. Right?”

Kuroo stood silent for a bit.

“Yeah.”

(Y/n) started talking about something that sounded like white noise to Kuroo. They walked inside the small shop, Kuroo trailing slightly behind (Y/n) as he rambled about something. It’s hard to compensate when you pretty much acted like a twinky couple with your popular crush in front of a hoard of his fans.

And by god, holding him by the waist was the greatest 10 seconds of Kuroos life.

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[vldkeith]

all this anon hate ur getting is making me sad :(( so i'm here to say ur new blog is very cool and give me more young keith hc's pls <3

👀👀 thank u!! i decided maybe my theme should reflect my new url a bit more lol fjgkfhdgks here are some young keith hcs ❤️

little keith, same as older keith, has a tendency to look at rules, go “that’s stupid”, and immediately break them. 

the rule he hates MOST is that hes not allowed to leave his desk at school even if he’s done w something. he literally does not get it and he thinks it’s bullshit so any time he finishes smth early he will simply get up and leave

the teachers always rush after him and theyre like “keith. we talked about this.” and keith is like well i was gonna come back sooo.....

texas kogane is Very Used to getting calls from the school re his troublesome son’s troublesome activities 

school: hey. it’s us again. 

texas: hi. what happened?

school: well he beat someone up again...

texas: cool, cool, i see. okay. so what did that person do? 

school:

school: they called him gay

texas: ohh okay! so you’re calling to tell me that that kid is getting punished and keith gets a reward for standing up for himself, right? 

school: not exac--

texas: *hangs up* 

he likes to collect things!! nothing of significance tho, just little objects he finds many of :)

his biggest collection consists of cicada husks! he was so amazed when he saw the first one just sitting on a tree, and after his dad explained that it was just the shedded remains of a still-alive cicada, he started picking them up wherever he saw them. they make a small army on one of his shelves now

he gets into emo music at 13, just before shiro finds him, and that phase lasts until he’s at least 15

keith: *scream-crying to fake your death mcr when he thinks shiro isnt home* 

shiro: *comes home early* 

shiro:

shiro: hey, kiddo! what’s, ah...what’s up! 

keith, shutting his mouth instantly and schooling his face into a deadpan expression: nothing. im doing nothing. go away. 

shiro: ha ha...you sure? 

keith, looking shiro dead in the eyes, aware that there are still tear streaks on his cheek: im sure. 

shiro:

shiro: okay! well we’re having tacos for dinner tonight

shiro, later that night at dinner after looking up the song keith had been singing: so! adam. do you ever feel like....choosing defeat? just, you know, walking away? there’s so much pain in the world...are you looking at it? i feel that way sometimes. i think it’s important that we feel like we are able to discuss these feelings openly and without shame--

adam, as keith is banging his head on the table: jesus christ takashi

kid keith, despite being p good athletically, would NEVER participate in gym activities. he just flat out refused. eventually his teachers got so tired of dealing with him that they just told him to go run laps whenever team activities arose and he’d do it, gladly 

all the students are like “wow he’s so gifted he gets to be on a separate training program from the rest of us...so cool....” meanwhile the teachers are just relieved that they don’t have to deal with his complaining for at least another half hour sfkdghfdgkfds

he always stole from the scholastic book fair bc he wanted the cool things and didn’t think it was fair that elementary school kids had to Pay for their own enjoyment, especially if it was being shoved in their faces...anti capitalist king <3

keith doesnt hate his childhood, not really. when his dad was around it was always fun, and he didn’t have that many years when he was alone before shiro, so there was plenty of space for fun :’)