#and that’s been like what… almost a decade ig

[tenitchyfingers]

Anyway, today’s song of the day is Oh Woman, Oh Why. I’m just so fascinated by Paul’s choice of. shooting a gun as a sound effect. I mean sure, the lyrics mention a gun, but just. recording gunshots in the track. just like that. Truly insane behavior. And the whole thing is just such a banger in itself. My god. And also that picture of him holding the gun, with the headphones. What insanity. The whole album is just such pure unfiltered art and yeah I’m still so BAFFLED that it didn’t climb every chart worldwide and stayed there at least for months.

[rakishlyregalrat]

are you a proshipper? I hope you don’t mind me asking, it’s just because of a post you reblogged earlier today… and I personally don’t feel comfortable following them. have a nice day/night!

By the time I even learned about that discourse it already pretty much ran it's course and it took me like another year to actually learn wth any of that meant, that being said I do believe it is up to the individual to both tag their fanworks properly and to check tags before reading things, that people will always write what they want and find somewhere to share it, and the history of fanfiction archives shows that banning certain things always leads to queer writers and stories getting unfairly taken down more often than straight counterparts.

If any of that makes you uncomfortable following me, then you are free to unfollow or block as you see fit. It's your dash, you can curate your experience however you see fit.

[httpsserene]

𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟱: 𝗹𝗲𝘄𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅 & 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: your husband comes home to his monaco apartment after achieving p2 in spain. from the texts you sent him before he boarded his flight, he expected you to be awake when he arrived. however, you’ve fallen asleep–but that’s not a problem. he’ll sneak into bed right next to you and catch a few extra hours of sleep. you’ll commemorate the podium come morning. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. vaginal sex. lingerie. marriage. unsafe sex. no pull-out. tender sex. slow and sensual. cockwarming. intimacy. no beta we get disqualified like lewis and charles. not dirty? husband/wife kink (if that’s a thing). more soft. sickeningly sweet (ig). 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: lewis hamilton x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: icu • coco jones

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: needed something to soothe the soul after the austin gp disqualifications. this is at the same time the least kinky thing i’ve written so far and the most kinky thing ever. because love feels filthier to write, idk if that makes sense. it’s on the shorter side because i ditched the preamble in order to finish this in time lol, but i dedicate this to my twin @saintwrld :) (it reminds me of her renaissance series :p y'all should check it out @saintslewis) and i hope everyone enjoys it !!!!

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lewis sighs tiredly as he lies down in bed next to you. the mercedes driver turns on his side facing you, and laughs quietly. your bonnet, of course, has grown a pair of legs and climbed its way off your head and is sleeping on the pillow next to you—your braids fanned out on the pillow underneath you unprotected. lewis carefully wrangles the bonnet back on you and smiles adoringly when he notices that you're wearing the matching bonnet he got you almost nine years ago. and to feel how the matching bonnets makes his heart stutter after spending a decade of his life with you, two of those years being married; he knows being married to you is one of the best decisions he’s ever made. 

he tugs you, his wife, closer; cooing out loud when he notices that you’re clad in one of his tommy hilfiger hoodies, tucking your head under his chin, arms wrapping around you tightly, and legs intertwining comfortably. you hum against his chest, nuzzling deeper into his bare skin, and a faint smile lingers on your lips, and unconscious reaction to having your husband home again. lewis throws his head back groaning, he can’t wake you up now. you had spammed his phone with texts before his flight, promising that he’d get a “surprise” when he got home, for doing so well this weekend—and he doesn’t have the heart to wake you up just so he can fuck you. well, he thinks, he can just get a couple hours of sleep in and then he’ll wake you up and enjoy whatever gift you’ve decided to bless him with and he drifts into sleep.

when lewis wakes up again, the first thing he notices is that he’s slept for way more than a couple hours. the noon sun has brightened the room immensely, and he’s shocked that he managed to stay asleep for so long with how the sun is shining directly on his face. he shifts onto his back, groaning at the soreness left from racing, and glances down at you to see if your still sleeping, and chokes on his breath. his hoodie is rucked up your waist from sleep, exposing your black lace panties, and when he shifts to get a better view of your ass, his body jostles yours and reveals the silver shift of glitter in the fabric. 

“fuck,” lewis murmurs, he’s always been weak for you dressing in his team colors. one of his tattooed hands takes a generous squeeze of your ass, and he wonders if you're wearing the matching top. his grip on your ass may have become a smidge too tight at that thought, because you softly gasp awake. lewis watches as you squirm against him softly, face twisted in confusion, before you make eye contact with him, and you relax. 

you smile sweetly, your left hand rising to rest on his cheek, “welcome home, champ.” lewis laughs at your half-asleep tone, nuzzling his face into your hand, before turning to press a kiss at the ring he put on your finger. “it was only a second-place finisher, love. no need to call me ‘champ.’”

frowning at him, you scoff, “you are still a seven-time world champion, are you not?” lewis concedes to your point; he’s not interested in being scolded by you today—he’s more concerned with unwrapping the present you got him. he hums and noses at your chin before he captures your lips in a dizzying kiss. your lips are languid against each other, there’s no rush in rediscovering the crevices within your mouths. lewis ignores how your teeth tug at his bottom lip, urging him to speed up—he only deepens the kiss, not quickening his pace, coercing you to melt under his passion. 

he pulls away, enjoying how your gaze has transformed from sleep-hazy to lust-hazy. “mmm, is my ‘surprise’ the panties and matching bra you have under my hoodie?” lewis asks you. you nod your head gently, scooting back and pulling the hoodie up to reveal the matching silver-glitter covered black bralette. he moans at the sight of you; perky breasts and nipples hard underneath the lace, your eyes half-lidded in arousal. his hands reach out to grasp at your chest, thumbs dragging over your nipples, causing a shaky moan to fall from your lips at the friction. you reach to pull the hoodie off but lewis grunts in dissent, “nah, keep it on for me. just make sure it stays up, love.”

“ohmygod,” you giggle quietly, “you can just say you’re obsessed with fucking me in your clothes.”

lewis rolls his eyes at you, “okay: i’m obsessed with fucking you in my clothes. i love the way you smell like me after, i love the way your smell lingers when i wear them after you, i love the way you look in my clothes; if i could choose, i wish you’d only ever wear my clothes and have pretty lingerie underneath them all the time.”

you stare at him wide-eyed, not expecting him to flip your teasing words in that manner, maybe that’s why your panties suddenly feel a little wet. you bite your lip, trying to think of a way to regain the upper hand, and lewis clocks your eyes brightening.

“i fingered myself open for you last night. i’m sure you could still slip in, if you’re up for it.”

lewis chuckles, half-crazed, and murmurs, “if i’m up for it? promise me, if i ever say no to having sex with you that you’ll take me to see a doctor?”

you hum, hand shifting to rub at the nape of his neck, “i promise, baby. can you fuck me now—i fell asleep waiting for you last night.”

lewis quickly gets to work positioning your body. he spins you around to your side, your back pressed against his chest, and spreads your thighs open with his knee. you moan at his easy manhandling, and press your ass back to grind against the tent in his boxers. he encourages the movement of your hips, even directing the grind for a few beats before he halts your motions. his hand slips in between the two of you, and tugs his dick out. he pulls your panties to the side and slowly slips into you. your mouth drops open in a silent moan, overwhelmed by the stretch from his dick spreading you open. lewis sighs deeply as he bottoms out within you, and kisses you on the shoulder. he stays still, allowing you the time you need to adjust. you shift your hips gently, testing the feel, and hum in assent.

lewis moves his hand to find yours, and locks them over your navel, using them to pull you as close to his body as he can. he whispers softly, “can we take it nice and slow today? i want to make love to you today.”you hum, and it shifts to a whine as his hips gently rock into yours, and whimper out, “it’s your present—can use it however you want.” 

lewis keeps the motion of hips slow and controlled, pulling out halfway before sinking in as deep as he can reach. it’s stunning how you can feel every bit of love lewis puts into his thrusts, seeping into you. he continues to pepper kisses on your neck and shoulder, and slips his other arm underneath you, and moving your body slowly so you twist back further, exposing your chest to him again. the hoodie remains bunched under your armpits, and lewis tugs the bralette down underneath your chest, causing your breasts to spill out lewdly over the top. his hand rests over your chest, not groping in any manner, just holding you close, feeling how your heartbeat speeds up from his movements.

in the decade you’ve been in a relationship with lewis, you’ve had some life-changing sex. but, for some reason, the slow and sensual sex has to be your favorite. it feels restorative, like he’s breathing life back into your body, with every deep thrust he’s showing you how much he loves you. and he’s not afraid to say it either.

“i love you, so much—you’re so good to me—my wonderful wife—all for me—all mine—i’ll make you feel so good, love—forever, yeah—you and me, like this—i win everything for you—“

you rock back against him, always weak when he can help but run his mouth, and start rambling back to him, mouth loose from the pleasure he continues to give to you, “my oh! my husband—only you for me, yeah?” he moans into your neck, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to you calling him your husband. 

there’s no telling how long the two of you are wrapped together, neither you are in any rush to reach a climax—you both crave the intimacy sex like this provides, especially after he’s been away. your orgasms crest over your bodies slowly but they’re more satisfying than any other release you could get from rough sex. lewis continues to grind his dick in you as deep as he can, not making any motion to pull out, and ignores the building sensitivity he’s feeling. 

lewis smiles at the blissed out look on your face, and watches how you struggle to open your eyes; he’s been fucking you back to sleep this whole time—that would explain why your rambles disappeared as you got closer to your peak. he tugs the hoodie back down over your chest, and one-handedly drags the duvet to cover your bodies, not wanting you to get cold. “hey, love,” he calls softly, “do you want me to pull out and clean you up?” you shake your head, and turn back onto your side fully, pressing you back to his chest again, and you start to doze off. lewis rubs at your waist gently, soothing you further into sleep—he’s never going to say no to having you keep his dick warm. 

lewis carefully reaches towards the nightstand and grabs his phone, and quickly sets an hour alarm. he won’t let himself be fooled by the call of sleep and let the whole day fly by, like he did last night—he’d rather not be awoken by his angry wife screaming about uti’s and whatnot. he’ll just bathe in the afterglow while you sleep soundly; he just wants to look after you a little longer.

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© httpsserene 2023

[rinhaler]

MORE UNCLE NANAMI PLEASIEEEE PLEASE 🥺🥺🥺🥺👉🏽👈🏽

++ 𝐡𝐢𝐢, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲/𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 🙈 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐤𝐬𝐣

It's been a while since I did any nanamin stuff hehe (combining two reqs bc u both don't have anything specific heheheee)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, incest, fem!reader, uncle!nanamin, fingering, exhibitionism, public sex ig, squirting, pet names (sweetheart, princess, angel, baby).

words: 1.1k

“W-Wow…” you muse, taking in the decadent atmosphere of the restaurant.

You’ve seldom been to places like this, like when your favourite uncle decides to treat you and your mother to a nice meal when he’s in town. But even then, there is a stark difference from the restaurants back home in the village you live in. It’s magnificent. You may have experienced a similar setting before, but never on a date.

A date with that very same uncle, nonetheless.

“You like it, sweetheart? I’m glad.” he tells you, taking your hand as you're guided by the maître d' to your table. He looks over the top of his menu as he studies your face. You’re so precious, that’s what he thinks as you look over the options and realise you don’t understand what any of them are. “I’ll order for you.” he assures you, taking the menu from your hand and setting it down.

You feel yourself get warmer, a little embarrassed that he picked up on your cluelessness so easily. But you smile, regardless, thanking him.

You’ve been so excited for this little trip since you first heard about it.

“Uncle Nanami wants to know if you’d like to spend the weekend with him?” your mother asked/told you. And, bless her, she had no idea what that would entail.

It’s been months since you’ve seen him. You were hardly surprised when your ankles were practically behind your ears as he drilled his cock in and out of your puffy, slicked up folds, the minute he got you to his house.

You’d been drenched the entire train ride.

“You look so pretty tonight, princess.” he tells you, cupping your face so sweetly with a rough, masculine hand. His singular hand is almost the size of your entire face. He coos at you as your eyelids become heavier, leaning in to place a delicate kiss on your cheek. “I’m so happy you’re here with me. Hopefully your mother won’t object to this being a regular thing.” he smiles.

You’ve been squirming in your seat since before your main course arrived. The way he looks at you, the way he talks to you, you forget how naughty your uncle Nanamin can be. Your panties are once again entirely soaked through. He’d mentally noted how much you were wriggling around, though he chose not to comment on it. Not until—

“Can’t sit still for five minutes, hm? What’s wrong?” he asks.

“N-Need you…” you whisper, putting your head down to avert his intense stare. Though you’re soon looking at him again as he tilts your head up by your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze.

“What was that, angel? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Need you… uncle Nanamin, need you real bad.” you pout. And at that, he smirks. You’re a little taken aback as his hand lowers beneath the table. Here? Right here? Your heart pounds as you look around at the other clueless restaurant patrons. This is so unlike him. He’s always so upstanding and discreet. But—

“My my, sweet little girl. You are soaked.” he comments as his fingers breach the hemline of your cotton panties. You bite your lip as his fingers drag up and down the length of your slit. He shushes you as your eyes well with tears, shame and pleasure wrack through you as he finds your slippery clit. And he targets it, skilfully. “Be good for me, be so good for me. If you make a single sound, I won’t touch you for the remainder of the weekend. Do you understand?”

You take his words literally, only nodding as he awaits your answer. It’s near impossible, though, when he makes you feel so good like this. Even with just a few pathetic rubs on your clit, your eyes begin to roll back.

“Na— Nanamin,” you do your best to whisper, his name leaving your lips as a ghoulish gasp. He shushes you, quietly, but it’s loud enough to make a statement. His eyebrows furrow, and you can’t tell if it’s anger or disappointment. You think you’ll die if he stops, though his ministrations haven’t ceased yet. Maybe you were quiet enough to test the boundaries of what he actually meant.

He doesn’t want you to cause a scene.

“Kiss me, please.” you whisper again. And that softens his features. He pities you, you think, although that assumption proves wrong as he indulges you. He closes the distance between you without letting up his gentle yet purposeful touches on your pretty pearl. You’re a little surprised when you feel his tongue enter your mouth, something you’ve never known him to do in public before. “I— I love you.”

“Yeah?” he smiles into your kiss before he breaks it completely. “You’re so close, you’re shaking. Let me see how much you love me. Cum for your favourite uncle, sweetheart, go on.” he instructs you.

He holds one of your hands with his free one while your other one curls into your seat. Your knuckles turn white as you finish, legs trembling and clamping around his hand as you douse his fingers. You can’t believe he’s made you squirt in public. Embarrassment rises through you once more, and you’ve never felt such a scorching temperature in your life.

You look around to see if anyone has noticed, while Nanami withdraws his hand and crosses his ankle over his knee. You watch him as he sucks his fingers clean of the mess, your mess, with a look of contentment on his face. You, however, are panting heavily while you rest your head in one hand on the table. You’re slumped over, and you couldn’t feel more self-conscious.

You don’t exactly look like you belong here.

“Would you be interested in some dessert?” a waiter asks as he approaches, though his question almost evaporates as he looks at you. Your sweat coated skin and your mussed up hair catches him off guard. Your irregular breathing makes him worry for your well-being. “Are you alright, Miss? You look…” he finds himself at a loss of what to even say. He knows he needs to be polite, but you almost look ill.

“She’s fine, just a little warm and worked up.” your dear uncle intervenes, smiling at the waiter graciously as he interlocks his fingers and rests his chin atop them. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart? I’m sure you’ll cool down after some ice cream.”

You nod, doing what you can to pull yourself together. You’d hate to embarrass your favourite uncle, after all. What if he doesn’t invite you back to do this again?

“Wonderful, sir.” the waiter smiles as he holds up a pad of paper with a pen to take your dessert orders. “You make a lovely couple, by the way.” you aren’t sure if he’s being polite out of obligation to his job, or if he genuinely feels that way. But you and your uncle share a knowing smile with each other, and yours only grows wider as he brushes a fallen section of hair out of your face.

“We aren’t a couple.” he starts. “I’m her uncle.”

© 2024 rinhaler

[snoopyana]

selfish.

“you think i’m fuckin easy, ain’t that the truth?”

you could tell yourself you hate him but that's a lie. you’ll never hurt again if no one ever says his name. trust that was built up nearly over a decade, crushed by an ig story and a link.

lee ch./ anton. wc: 3.079k angst. smut. dark in the sense of…

unsolicited recording and said recording being leaked. peer pressure in a sense. anton is easily influenced. ur both athletes for the sake of decent world building.

music leaked from your wired earbubs as your sneakers squeaked against the glossy floors of the gymnasium. eyes tightly shut, the music flowed through your mind, drowning out all the other natural sounds that buzzed around you. making your nth lap around the vast space of the gym, loose pieces of hair that were once tucked and pulled into a loose ponytail, stuck to your forehead and cheeks. coming to a stop in front of the faded plastic bleachers, you used the back of your hand to swipe at the sweat and hair that decorated your face.

ripping out the earbubs and throwing your phone on-top of the bag, the loud thud of the gym doors swinging open made your body jump. nearly knocking the wind out of you, breathing staggered from the shock paired with your recent run. fingers digging into the cloth of your sweater, the tension would quickly subside when anton peeked his head in. a wide smile on his face as he jogged over to where you stood. planting a rough pat on your shoulder, he took a seat next to your belongings.

“whatcha doing here so late?” he questioned. long legs awkwardly bunched up onto the small seats of the bleachers, his hands coming over to mess with the handle of your tennis racket that stuck out from your bag. as he messed around, you glanced down at the digital clock on your wrist, finally seeing on how much time you’d lost track of. 6:39 stared back at you before your eyes were back onto anton. “a little extra practice, lost track of time i guess. what are you doing here?”

“swim.” running fingers through his hair, droplets of water fell onto the ground below him. reaching forward, he dried his damp fingers off onto your sweater. a low gross leaving your lips as you backed away from him. laughing into his hand, anton shook his head around like a dog. as water hit your cheeks, you couldn’t help but laugh just a little. using the sleeve of your sweater to brush at your cheeks, a comfortable silence fell. putting away the rest of your belongings, anton watched as your sweater rode up your torso when you attempted to sling the stuffed backpack across your shoulder — still half open from the tennis racket that didn’t quite fit — and completely onto your back. he was quick to get up, sliding his own bag back onto his shoulder as he followed you to the doors that he entered from not too long ago.

“do you want to hang out tonight? it’s been awhile.” stumbling over his limbs before he found his footing, anton draped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked through the double doors. stepping into the fairly empty halls of your school, bumping into other athlete students roaming around after practice, some being none other than antons’ other friends. before you were able to answer his question, he was jogging over to the group of boys — and you quietly followed.

standing in front of anton, his arms hooked around your neck and his head rested on the top of yours. being slightly nudged around as the boys pushed and joked with each other, it was almost as if you weren’t even present. your existence being pushed to the back of antons’ mind as he spoke with what you considered his main friend group.

the reason you two didn’t hang out as much.

but it wasn’t completely their fault, you’d been hesitant to reach out. hesitancy that blossomed from anton finally being able to choose his own paths without looking at you for confirmation. hesitancy from anton telling you time and time again about the all things he’s been able to experience since then. hesitancy that sprung from when anton disclosed how he finally wasn’t a virgin. it had been a year since then, a year that would bring constant reminders of how he wasn’t the same shy boy you’d play in the sandbox with and it had weighed on you ever since. the realization of how the roles had reversed and now you were the one that was confined to the small bubble that you kept yourself in. a bubble that restricted and restrained you from reaching what people would call, your full potential. a bubble you refused to let burst and pop.

just not yet.

your backpack pressed against his stomach as anton swayed and rocked on his heels, watching as his friends left until they were completely out of sight. squeezing your body, he took a step back to give you some room. “you never answered my question by the way.” pulling on the straps of his backpack, anton started walking towards the exit to the school’s parking lot. quickly following behind him, you harshly tugged on the back of his shirt. causing his body to come to an abrupt halt. twisting around to look at you, he had a look of confusion all over his face.

“you never gave me time to answer.” punching at his toned arm, you raised eyebrows at him — waiting for an apology of some sort. rubbing the flesh of his arm, a few whiny sorrys leaving his mouth. an overly dramatic frown present on his lips, anton watched you pull your phone from the side pocket of your bag. staring at the way your manicured nails repeatedly hit the glass. “told my mom i’ll be coming home later.” glancing up from your screen, you locked eyes with anton. an anton who was absentmindedly staring into your soul “now stop just standing there and show me where you parked!” pushing at his body, he acted as if you’d thrown him to the ground. “hey you could have hurt me..” his hands came up to cover his eyes as he pretended to cry into his palms.

“guess i’ll have to ask your mom to kiss it better. maybe even a little more if she’s willing.” before he could completely finish his sentence, anton was darting through the parking lot. sliding into his car and locking the doors mere seconds before you could yank at the cold handle. even though he wasn’t able to hear you, he could make out the way you were violently cursing him out from behind the glass.

kicking your shoes off at the front, you were greeted with a hi and a bye as antons’ mom darted out of the family home with his brother attached to her hip. reminding you of the times in middle school when she’d pull you into the kitchen and constantly thank you for being friends with her son. the same woman who used to hug you tightly and silently cry whenever you came around to hang out with him. the same woman who saw you as her sons savior from a long and lonely childhood.

sure, she no longer pulled you aside or praise you for doing the bare minimum when it came to anton. but she’d always find a way to thank you without using her words. one of those ways being with food. unsure if anton had told her of your visit, your suspicion would be confirmed by tray of snacks displayed on the kitchen island. excitement surged throughout your body as you started slipping into one of the barstools, all while anton was hunched over rummaging through the refrigerator.

ripping open one of the bags of chips, you pulled your phone from the waistband of your biker shorts. placing a few of the chips into your mouth before making your way to instagram. admittedly, you had a bad habit of checking his account.

even when he was around.

clicking through the post that you saw time and time again, you fumbled to close the app when anton unexpectedly dropped onto your shoulder. “come on, we’re finally together again and you’re on your phone.” snatching the device, you instantly regretted telling him your password all those months ago. but to your surprise, he simply put it into the pocket of his hoodie. “talk to me, what’s been going on since what..” stopped to think. bringing a hand up to scratch his head, you couldn’t help but notice how the sleeves were rolled up just enough to expose his forearms. the way it flexed with every movement.

“shit i can’t even remember, just talk to me.” back leant against the island, it was now your time to scratch your head. laughing at yourself when you couldn’t think of even one interesting thing. “nothing actually, same old same old.” leaning forward, his eye darted down to your back. watching the fabric lift and expose your bare skin for the second time that night. “okay how about, have you found a boyfriend yet?” face flush against the cold marble, it didn’t come as a surprise that he would ask such a question.

in fact, you expected it.

it was the topic of discussion of your last hang out. and the one before that. and the one before that. ever since he started experimenting with the opposite gender, antons’ curiosity about your experiences spiked. you knew all about his encounters, but when it came to yours? cobwebs. a lot of things held you back from trying it with anyone else. exploring your body by yourself in the comfort of your room. but of course, like many things, you just could never figure out exactly what you liked, how you liked it, or who you’d like to experience it with.

“no i haven’t.” shooting him a quick answer before getting up from the leather seat. the ripping sound of your skin removing itself from the cushion ringing in your ears. dragging your feet across the hardwood floors, anton quickly snatched a few snacks up before running after you. pushing open the creaky door of his old bedroom, you took in the space as if it were to change before your eyes. but nothing ever changed in his room, from the complex figurines that lined his walls, neatly dusted and cared for down to the faded crayon marks on his baseboards.

sinking into his mattress, anton followed in suite. resting his back against his pillows and head against the headboard. “so, what’s stopping you?” craning your neck to look up at him, every fibber in your body told you that if you were to tell him why, it would be oversharing.

but can best friends of nearly a decade truly overshare at this point?

“listen to me anton.” lifting your body up, you rested onto your elbows. an awkward feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach as he shifted his whole attention towards you.

“i’m listening.” he smiled as he spoke.

it was almost as if years of embarrassment and resentment all came to the surface just by looking at his face. the way he smiled without a care in the world. the way he didn’t have to worry about the things that would divide your world.

mouth repeatedly opening and closing, it was almost as if the words got caught in the back of your throat. rephrasing the sentence in your mind over and over until it finally reached the tip of your tongue.

“i feel like i’m falling behind. like we’re literally about to graduate and i still haven’t done it. i guess i was just too embarrassed to tell you whenever you asked before..” your words came out in more of a blabber instead of a real, coherent sentence.

your words lingered in the air and hiis silence only added to the feeling of despair that built in your stomach. eyes glossed over, chest tightening at the mere thought of potentially overstepping some unspoken line. it never felt like this when he spoke to you about his own personal issues, so why was it so strange when you do it? your eyes darted across his face for a sign of any emotion — shit, even a look of malice would be nice. but he continued to sit there. lips forming a tight line as he stared at your face.

“that’s it?” lips curling into a smile, anton tilted his head as he finally strung together what you meant by it. “you’re embarrassed because you haven’t had sex?” purposely putting an emphasis on sex, he held back the snort that threatened to rip from his mouth. his response was far from what you expected to hear. it somewhat put you on edge, but calmed your nerves at the same token.

“yeah.. sex.” letting your body collapse into his mattress, your head planted deep into the comforter — anton let his hand come up to slowly rub circles onto the back of your head. suddenly grateful for the times where anton didn’t say a word, the silence brought more comfort to your sour mood then any noise ever could. until a quiet whisper sliced through that comforting silence.

threatening to burst into that protective bubble you’ve so carefully crafted.

“i can help you.” he stated, the naturally soft voice he possessed somehow getting even more hushed. the bed dipped and creaked as he moved his body closer to yours. his knees sinking into the memory foam as you readjusted yourself —legs folded underneath your body. “help me? no no that’s..” biting the tip of your tongue, you watched as antons eyes focused on how your mouth moved instead of the usual eye contact.

“that would make things weird. we can’t do that.” bringing a finger to your mouth, your teeth anxiously bite the false nail — polish chipping onto your teeth. shaking his head in disagreement, anton cupped your cheek in the palm of his hand. “it’s not weird if we don’t tell anyone.” leaning his body closer to yours, his lips brushed against yours before he pulled back. watching as you chased his face, mind clearly on autopilot.

squeezing the flesh of your face, your eyes automatically closed from the slight pain and tingling sensation. giving him just enough time to reach for his phone that was shoved into his back pocket. thumb swiping over the glass, his eyes would shift from your face to the device. quickly pressing record, anton meticulously placed the device into the window that was right next to his bed. seeing the reflection of the recording, he covered the rest of his phone with his curtains, turning his attention back to you.

“just say you want tonie to help you feel good. and i won’t make you wait.” plans of cutting that part out of the video made a sick smile form on his lips as he watched your eyes flutter open and your naturally puffy lips part. hands gripping onto his hoodie as his grip on your cheeks tightened. causing your lips to involuntarily pucker and drool to coat them in a thin layer.

“please, i want tonie to help me feel good..”

positioned onto your stomach, your legs dangled from the egde of his bed while he shuffled and moved behind you. using the loose ponytail you’d already provided for him, anton used it was means to lift your head from off the bed. placing a condom wrapped in between your teeth and telling you to bite. ripping open the packaging, he let your head fall back into the mattress all while he slipped the rubber onto his cock. he didn’t wanna waste time — the video on his phone around reaching the 20 minute mark from the small kissing lesson he decided to give you at the last minute.

slotting himself between your legs, anton forced your knees onto the bed. deepening the small arch in your back. bringing his hands to caress and pinch at the flesh of your torso, he would eventually remove one from your body. fishing around in his hoodie until his fingers wrapped around your phone. as you laid there, patiently, the pads of his thumb swiped and swiped until he lands on your camera app. making sure the flash was off, he didn’t say a word as his hands continued to play with the flesh of your waist.

slowly making his way down, his made sure to grip at the skin of your ass, spreading you apart before planting a small, yet firm, spank on the flesh. as you whined into the blankets, your body twitched and seized at the impact. “doing alright pretty?” the video would just barely pick up his voice as it panned to the back of your head, then down to his hand free hand squeezing at the base of his dick. smacking his length onto your thighs, anton finally alined himself with your hole that clenched around air.

one moment he was coating the tip with your slick, the next his hips were flush with your ass. a muffled cry leaving your lips as he gave you time to adjust to the foreign feeling. leaning back, anton used his free hand to wrap your ponytail around his hand.

“is my pretty best friend ready to no longer be a virgin..” almost as if he was mocking you, he started using the hair to pull your body back to meet his painfully slow and sharp thrusts. keeping a firm grip on your phone, anton made sure he got closeups on how you sucked his confined cock back inside. the audio being clouded by the cries that filled his dim room. as he quickened his thrust, his eyes darted back to his phone that was still recording. wanting it to pick up the sight of your tear stained face, he just had to make sure it hadn’t shifted from the harsh movements.

because why would one angle ever be enough?

your shaky voice drew his attention away from the camera and back to you. “repeat that, i.. i didn’t catch that.” but instead of responding with words, you’d respond with your body. weak attempts of crawling away from his hips giving him all the answers he needed.

“nuh uh.. stay right there and take it. you asked, remember?” smiling to himself, he watched through the small lenses as your body spasmed underneath him.

the next few days to follow were, strange. eyes lingered on your body longer than usual as you trudged through the halls of your old school. whispering coming from all angles until one of antons’ friends finally broke the news.

“isn’t this you?”

pop. there goes that bubble..

yana here. giving you a fat smooch after making you wait so long for an ACTUAL writing and not some half-assed joke of words on your screen. but i can’t be the only one who loves the idea of anton putting your whole life on blast. but maybe i am bc it’s been confirmed MULTIPLE TIMES how im a little weirdo. now i sleep, hope you enjoyed. xoxo, freakyana.

[nereidprinc3ss]

stop mgg just posted a reel and i was giggling and being like haha he’s so funny and then i remembered i have written so much sexually explicit content about a character he plays and suddenly nothing was funny anymore😔

also i genuinely can’t make myself believe that he’s 44???? i mean im not one of those people that’s like WOW MGG DOESN’T LOOK A DAY OVER 20 because i don’t think that’s true i think he looks about his age he has just aged rlly rlly well and he’s sexy af but like his SOUL is just not 44 years old? i feel so much genuine cognitive dissonance trying to accept that he is only like two years younger than my mother?? but also then i remember my mother also aged very well and she gets constantly mistaken for being decades younger than she is so ig some people are just like…. unserious and youthful and exuberant LOL

speaking of my mom i mentioned my “celebrity crush” and first of all she was SHOCKED tht it’s been the same guy for almost a year and then i mentioned that he was basically her age and she literally went 😲WHAT!!! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DATE A 44 YEAR OLD SAMANTHA!!!!! and i was like ok mom dw i’ll tell him but idk how he’ll take the news

so anyways

[dumplingsfordays]

patching you up

blade x injured!gn!reader

genre - fluff

summary - blade patches you up after you got injured while fighting mara.

cw!: mentions of blood + injury, soft-ish!blade, ooc blade?, mention of blade's past life which idfk how it works lmao I should be paying attention to the storyline asjdnb, swearing, mutual pining

note - god damn. soft!blade is living in my head rent-free fr, can't get enough of him <33 I'm not usually an edgy-emo-boy fan but ig blade's just built different 💪💪

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With each painful cough, more and more thin splatters of blood painted your mouth crimson.

It hurt. A lot. You didn't expect it to hurt nearly as bad as it did when you charged in to fight the Mara that was attacking some people that were making their way through Cloudford, but the spear that their captain had used to stab through your side was probably coated in some sort of poison, because with every sluggish step you took, you felt your body break little by little. Eventually, you collapsed onto the cold ground - your torso was numb and soon your arms and legs would be as well.

Well, at least you were going to die somewhere pretty. The sunset glimmered through the leaves of thin trees growing from large pots, which were scattered across the various bridges of the district. Starskiffs drifted lazily across the sky like regal ships on the high seas and the last thing you heard before you closed your eyes for a while was the sound of crickets and footsteps fading in.

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"Finally fucking awake."

A harsh voice came from your side as you opened your extremely tired eyes, which were met with dim but warm lighting and a dark wooden ceiling.

"Can't believe you got into this mess," the voice continued as you felt something tightening around your waist. "Didn't think that you'd be so stupid."

His face flashed in your hazy mind and you tried to sit up. "...Blade, I-"

"Don't move. You'll make it worse."

Hands. Ice-cold, gruff, but gentle hands pushed you back into your previous position by your shoulders, and you felt the tightening feeling again shortly after.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, then coughed again. Your throat was so dry - it felt like you haven't drank in decades, and with each cough you swore that your lungs were going to fly out of your mouth at the sheer force.

"Fixing you, obviously."

You raised your neck to try and catch a glimpse of your wounds but saw only the top of Blade's head, his raven hair tied back in a low ponytail. He was bent over your side, and just as you lowered your head back to the pillow a sharp bolt of pain shot through you, making you hiss and wince.

"That hurt!"

"It'll pass," he replied almost too casually. "Deal with it."

An uncomfortable pause ensued, during which you finally figured out that he was bandaging your torso up. You'd never expected anyone to find you back there, much less a Stellaron Hunter that you'd only interacted with five or six times, but thank the Aeons that at least someone did. But you did think it was strange that he was doing this for you, because from all your two-or-three-word conversations, you were sure that he wasn't the type to help an almost complete stranger. In fact, you'd think that he would be the one to cause these injuries in the first place.

While you were staring up at the ceiling in deep thought, Blade was lowkey kind-of admiring your skin. You weren't going to look down at him again anyway, it seems that you'd learned your lesson, but that just allowed him to eye your softness in more detail. This was his chance - he'd been admiring you from afar ever since you first met, and he wasn't about to let this opportunity to see what you looked like close-up pass.

Before he knew what he was doing, Blade's fingers reached out to lightly press onto skin that was near your wound, at which you hissed and leaned away from his touch.

"You sure that you're actually healing me?" you asked.

"Yes. I know what I'm doing, trust me."

He continued to press curiously but gently, making sure not to hurt you on purpose. Your skin was fascinating to him - it was soft, warm, while his was unforgivingly cold; yours had a fascinating shade of life about it and his didn't. This contrast was what made his eyes widen a little everytime he made physical contact with you, and he found small differences like these to amount to vast ones overall. Maybe this is what always made him think that you came from a different world entirely.

Blade then noticed that your hand was trembling by your side - the painkillers must be wearing off. He stood up from the chair beside the bed on which you were resting and reached for a couple pills and a glass of water on a nearby counter, moving them to the bedside table. His hands felt your back as he sat you up to administer the medicine.

You now saw where you were - from what you could tell, it was a small house or apartment somewhere. Dark wood covered the walls, ceiling, and floor, and tapestries and thriving plants littered the environment. You didn't know that he had a green thumb, but now that you did, you felt safer somehow - what if this cold, distant man was more human than you'd originally thought him to be?

His lithe, cold fingers brought you back to reality as they rested under your jaw, pulling it open gently, and your eyes focused on his admittedly quite handsome face again. Crimson eyes, the color of a blood moon, stared intensely at yours in avid concentration before travelling back to his other hand, which was now lifting a glass of sparkling golden liquid to your lips. There was a certain reverence of sorts glimmering in his expression, and this was accompanied by the fact that he was treating you like he would a glass flower. Your lips finally met the rim of the glass and when you finally tasted the elixir, you sighed.

It was cool and sweet, a refreshing sensation that battled the humidity of the room and the pain in your side. You drank the entire glass with ease and after Blade set it down on the bedside table, he wiped away some stray droplets of the shining liquid with a rough thumb.

That was it - Blade had become an entirely person just now. You could see it in his eyes and feel it as he breathed: this was not the same person who happened to be walking by a person on their deathbed and had enough pity in their secluded heart to heal them. He treated you like an old friend or a partner, perhaps, by taking you in.

"You'll experience drowsiness soon," he mentioned, "don't feel like you can't sleep. I won't leave you."

You laughed lazily in return, already feeling the effects of the painkillers. "So you can murder me in my sleep?"

"...I can leave-"

"No, no, I'm just kidding."

You sigh and relax into the pillows beneath you as Blade lowers you onto your back again. His gaze lingers on yours for maybe a second too long but he pulls away, preferring to sit down in a chair by the bedside and stare out at the scenery surrounding the house.

Once your eyes close and your breaths become quiet, he gives it a couple seconds to make sure you're asleep before softly starting to hum. It's an old tune from his past life, one which he used to smith to, and as midnight moonlight begins to stream in through the window, it veils your calm face in a hazy, shimmery glow that rivals even the smoothest of satins. He reaches a hand towards the apple of your cheek, cradling it in his palm as he sighs, a faint smile dancing on his lips.

"You're gonna kill me someday."

[alyswritings]

Return of the Mom

Request: Hi love hope you are doing well (I don't know if you have watch shameless I was wondering if you could do that scene where Monica tries to take Liam) but like with JJ Maybank x sister reader (she like 7 or 8 ) like JJ and the reader mother comes back to come get the reader to come with her to another family that she started in her new life and then JJ goes into protective brother mode Thank you love

JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Summary: JJ and Y/N's mom tries to take Y/N.

Warnings: shitty mom, ig that's it?

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

All of the pogues are at the chateau. Sarah, Pope, and Y/N are playing outside, the five not wanting the girl around the current topic of conversation. JJ, Kie, and John B are in the chateau and the Maybank boy is pacing while the other two are sitting at the island.

"I-I mean, the-- the fucking nerve. I-- she's gone for seven years and she suddenly just pops up and acts like she didn't totally abandon her two children and leave them with an abusive, drunk, coke head. She just expects me to magically forgive her and Y/N to have this close bond with her. Y/N doesn't even fucking know her!"

"Well, it-- it's not like she can force anything, right? I mean, she can't just take her." John B says.

"Legally, chances are she could." Kie argues. "I mean, unless she managed to find time to sign over her rights in the process of abandonment."

"She left when Y/N was six months old. She asked about mommy once in kindergarten and she's never really been mentioned again. Y/N gets that she doesn't have a mom, but her just-- just popping up."

"Look, she's only in town for a few days, right?" John B asks.

"She's leaving the day after tomorrow." JJ informs.

"Right. So just... try to keep her away while she's here, maybe allow a small bit of contact and she'll be gone before you know it."

"Right." JJ nods

- - -

The group finished dinner a few minutes ago, having just ordered pizza. Y/N takes a sip of the cup of Pepsi JJ let her have, looking up when there's a knock on the door.

The five teens share confused looks and John B opens the door, freezing at the sight of a woman he used to know well.

"Uh... hi." John B awkwardly mutters.

"Hi." Emily greets. Her voice gets the attention of all the others. "Um... could-- could I come in?"

"Uh..." John B looks back at JJ who gives a small shrug. "Um... su-sure. Yeah, okay." He steps aside, letting the woman walk inside.

"Hi, honey." She softly smiles at Y/N.

"Hi." Y/N mumbles, sitting on the couch next to Sarah.

"What are you doing here?" JJ asks.

"I, um... look, I-- I want Y/N." Emily says.

"You-- you want Y/N?" JJ asks. "Define "want.""

"I want to take her with me." Emily says.

"Excuse me?" JJ's eyebrows furrow.

"Look, I-- I know I fucked up with you guys. But I-- I want a second chance. And-- and I have a new husband and some good stepkids and-- and I just had a baby. She'll be safe there." Emily says.

"Sa-- no." JJ immediately shuts the idea down.

"JJ--"

"No!" He yells. "You-- you ditch her when she's a baby and then seven years -- almost a whole ass decade -- later, you just show up and expect to take her? Especially leaving her in the environment you know that Luke creates? Fuck no."

"She's my child."

"That didn't seem to fucking matter when you packed up and left!"

"I screwed up with you guys, but I'm trying to be good for my new family."

"How 'bout you fix the mess you created here first? You already had two kids, but you got tired and left us for somebody else with his own kids and started reproducing again? What? You gonna ditch 'em in a few months too?"

"I'm not gonna ditch them. Look, Y/N will be safer with me. My husband isn't mean, she'll-- she'll be able to get away from Luke."

"She doesn't even fucking know you or any of your new, perfect family members!"

"I'm her mother!"

"Yeah, and you're also my fucking mom! So where the hell have you been the past seven damn years?! Huh? Cause it wasn't here. You didn't protect her from Luke's drunk outbursts. You didn't change diapers, you didn't comfort her after nightmares or during storms, you don't help her with homework. You didn't teach her how to tie her shoes or ride a bike."

Y/N leans into Sarah's side, the blonde wrapping her arms around the girl, trying to silently comfort her knowing she's getting freaked out.

"Well, I can help now. She's gonna need a mom." Emily says.

"She has Kie and Sarah, she's perfectly fine without you. Before you get too invested in your new family, maybe try to fix your old family!"

"You won't let me!"

"You shouldn't even have anything to fix! You haven't been here! You don't get to randomly show up and whisk one of us away to a different life! You haven't done shit for this family. For me, for Y/N -- nothing."

"You know, she's on the A honor roll at school." JJ points at his sister who is curled into Sarah's side. Kie sits on her other side, a hand resting on the girl's arm. "She was the lead role in her second grade play -- and her first grade one. She's the best one in her dance class. She won the damn science fair."

"And she did it all by her fucking self." JJ states, his tone cold as he glares at his mother. "No help from you. It has absolutely nothing to do with you. It can't have anything to do with you cause you weren't fucking here."

"Look, JJ, honey, thank-- thank you for helping her, but... but I'm her mom."

"She doesn't even fucking know you! And helping her? I'm the one who's fucking raising her! Because her birth parents don't know how the fuck to do that!"

"I understand it's too late to make amends with you. I get that." Emily says. "But I can still try with her." She says. JJ scoffs, rolling his eyes as he shakes his head. The other four all have similar reactions, but stay quiet.

JJ watches Emily's every move with a heated glare as she kneels in front of the couch, right in front of Y/N. Sarah's grip on the girl tightens and Kie sits up a little, ready to shove the woman away if anything happens.

All of the pogues seem to get into attack mode in order to protect the seven year old.

"Y/N..." Emily rests her hand on the girl's shin. "Mommy is so sorry that she ever hurt you. If I did ever hurt you. I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me and-- and please, come home with me. You'll have new siblings and a new daddy and you-- you'll get a two story house. You can have whatever you want."

Y/N stares at her for a few moments, Emily's hopeful smile never leaving her face. Y/N glances between her brother and his friends, all in protective stances, angry looks directed at the woman she's not familiar with.

JJ catches Y/N looking at him and he softens, his gentle blue eyes staring back at her, part of him worried she'll actually agree to Emily's proposal.

Y/N looks back at Emily who hopefully smiles again.

Y/N stands up and Emily's smile grows a bit more and she holds her arms out. But her smile turns to a frown when Y/N walks right past her and beelines to JJ, wrapping her arms around his waist.

JJ wraps an arm around her, his hand resting on her back. His other hand rests on the side of her head, his thumb rubbing back and forth to comfort her.

"I think it's time you left." JJ says.

"Y/N, just listen to me, I--" Emily walks over.

JJ breaks away from the hug and keeps a hand on Y/N's shoulder as he steps in front of her, blocking her from their mother.

"You need to leave." JJ states, his voice firmer.

"We'll call the cops." Kie threatens.

"Yeah, get out before we either call them or get physical ourselves." John B warns.

"Go back to your new family." Pope says. "Even though you don't deserve them, they seem to like you better than any of us."

"If you ever change your mind..." Emily says.

"We won't." JJ declares.

Emily quietly sighs, but accepts the loss. She leaves the chateau, going to her rental car and driving off.

"Can you and I go watch a movie?" Y/N asks her brother.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure, sweetheart." JJ picks her up, holding her. He kisses her on the cheek and walks to the bedroom. Softly shutting the door behind him, he walks over to the bed and sets Y/N down on it.

When JJ goes to stand up, Y/N keeps her arms around his neck, forcing him to stay bent down.

"Gotta let go of me so I can get the computer, shorty." JJ says.

Y/N unwraps her arms, but pats some of his hair down, combing her hand through it once which she always down when she's bored or just anytime she's in reach of his hair.

"I love you." Y/N tells him.

JJ softly smiles and he leans closer, kissing her on the forehead.

"I love you, too, munchkin." He says.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @venomsvl @wildieflower @aliciacat20 @allyson15 @gabbylovesreading @itsmaneskinbitch @mrvlxgrl @ironmaiden1313

[lilly-chou-chou]

Evolution of Gyaru

Hello everyone the long awaited post is here!! Sorry for the delay I has gone back to my he country to celebrate Lunar New Year.

As we all know Gyaru was and still is one of the most important fashion movement in the history because it's roots of opposing the "good girl" and "submissive" societal views of women that Japan had imposed into them.

During 90's with Namie Amuro being the first idol ever to popularize the Gyaru culture created a huge wave of community in all over Japan which eventually created many subcultures under it, over the years gyarus blossomed for 2 decades heavily but around early-mid 2010's the culture slowly died because people were now really trying to shun them out of the society, gyarus was losing it's popularity and old gyarus were getting to age of finding jobs or trying to get married yet the culture is still alive. There have been multiple support and love coming from international fans too.

Egg magazine, which is holy grail for us gyarus followers is still up and running to this day <3

Today i'll show you just a little glimpse of modern gyaru. Hopefully this will help new followers too.

Gyaru of the past:-

So let's start with how gyarus are usually seen, pictures below are gyarus from their peak eras so definitely from 90's to 2000's. They are all different subcultures but they all have one thing in common the eye makeup, gyarus were and are still known for their beautiful luscious eye makeup. They are what you call

They were our guide, our mothers and everything! Gyaru has always been the most supportive community to ever exist, over here women were allowed to cuss, they were allowed to be brash, they were allowed to have male friends without the judgement of two goody shoes with insecurities, they were allowed to wear clothes that liberated them doesn't matter short or modest.

People often forget that gyaru exists more than manba, agejo and kogal, few of the modest and lesser knows subcultures are amekaji and roma gyaru, although amekaji is is blue eyed perfect grass is greener on the other side take of American inspired fashion. Either way it is one of the most fun subculture to exist.

We as gyaru followers ow everything to these past mother figures, without them and without brands like alba rosa, D.I.A and MA*RS we and egg Magazine teaching us what? How? And why? We would never thrive in this era. We owe it to them all even after decades and decades the magazines, scans and tutorials on YouTube by the OG gyarus have done it all <3

Modern Gyaru:-

The pictures below are the present models of Egg magazine. The last OG gyaru issue was stopped in 2014 which was Egg last physical print of magazine but in 2018 Egg came back as online magazine.

A lot has changed in gyaru world. Long gone are the days of owning specific clothing brand or even wearing clothes that resemble even the least of typical gyaru fashion. The only key point which hasn't changed is eye makeup because that is utmost necessary thing for a gyal to have.

Over the years of almost dying to again alive fashion culture the meaning of gyaru has changed a lot, from dressing like the OG gyarus we have now evolved to the whole "gal is mind" mindset, now in this era dressing up as gyal doesn't mean that much because you can still have pointy acrylic nails, iconic eye makeup, wear casual clothes and still be a gyaru.

These days even the gyaru slangs have changed so much like instead of poyo, atonsu, pachikoku now we use yarirafi, kyun-desu, daijuobu-so?, tobu-zo and so on.

Although there are egg models that still somewhat follow OG gyaru fashion like @ / mahiroisme (left) and @ / kae. 06256 (right) on IG.

Conclusion:-

By this post I just wanted to show that as time passes it is inevitable that everything changes and fashion changing is a no brainer. What is hate is companies capitalizing and making their own rules for lure in newbies gyals who would do anything to "fit in" and ring the nostalgia bell for old gyarus and all I have to say is that no, you don't have to spend 100-500$ on eBay trying to find the OG gyaru brands because you can definitely wear your own casual clothes and still be a gyaru because if egg magazine who raised whole generation of x gen, millennials and Gen Z of gyarus then who are we to judge them?

Although if you still wish to dress up like OG then I definitely recommend finding clothes that match the subculture that you want to follow for example I follow agejo, Tsuyome and kogal so I shop in Amazon, local stores, Instagram stores, I order clothes fr abroad the most helpful and fast way to do that finding a vendor and my vendors are all from Instagram. Hope this helps.

I will meet you all in my next post bye gyals <3

[georgiapeach30513]

Hi Jen! Mrs pasta here.

I hope some people realize that if The day comes Ramen deactivates or officially deletes his IG, it is over. He has given up trying to engage with the public and that is when, fans, or remaining fans, should be worried. Because that means he no longer wants to try - forced or not.

Right now, deleting a few posts here or there is odd to some but probably has a reason behind it. I wish people would just wait. It’s getting annoying at this point.

Lastly. Ramen is still somewhat holding it together for the public despite the blatant and abhorrent negativity he continues to keep receiving. I commend him for that.

And to the snarky people on here that keep wanting to dig on him…

I’d like to see you get tagged in H*tler and N*zi and t*rrorist posts and get shamed for everything from you hair, face, nose, teeth, body, things you’ve said maybe out of context 15 years ago, and promotional pictures you took 8 years ago during a USO tour for a company you work for…and also being called P and G names from your own fanbase…and your friends, family, business partners, etc getting tagged into the same

Negativity

And come back and tell me you’re okay. That you don’t care and that you’re not bothered. Seriously. I will sit here and wait.

Please remember that humans have emotions and feelings, even if they are famous.

Have a great week, Jen. Stay sweet and positive as you always are ❤️

Welcome back, Mrs. Pasta.

I hope you had a beautiful day yesterday filled with love and laughter.

I do agree with your comments. It is disheartening to see some posts that have been deleted/archived when they brought so much joy. But I’m sure there are reasons. I have a few ideas and thoughts. But what do I know for a fact?

I hope that he is actually taking care of himself while he waits for production on Honey, Don’t to start. It seems the snow with Dodger was a nice moment.

I do think that people have taken the USO tour pictures a bit too far. And to demand anyone, celebrities included, to speak on something is a bit strange for me. But maybe me being a millennial I look at things differently. I’m not excusing the actions during the USO tour, but if we can forgive old tweets and say people have changed, maybe we should have the same grace. Or even keep the same energy for the other person on that USO tour that signed as well. But still, almost a decade ago.

I think everyone should just breathe. Remember there are emotions and a person behind the persona.

And you have a great week as well! I always look forward to your drop ins. Hopefully the next one is a bit more joyful. We can have us some Banza noodles 😊

@inshelliesworld updated the Mrs. Pasta logo 🥹 look at her!

[cysticnotes]

May 21

After being in an unproductive maze for almost a week , this is my renaissance moment ( 8.5 hours of studying ft multiple blackouts and finding memes to emotionally resonate with throughout the day )

I have to complete a vast portion of pchem and ochem within this month which is stressful and the intricate schedule I make myself every mrng is rather a tea joke .

But but but things are looking a tad bit brighter now that I have memorized 22 formulas and forgotten 56 . Ik for a fact that this is what y'all have been calling progress since decades , something like failing and getting back up again ig ?

Also the weather could have helped me but it isn't.

Three things I am grateful for -

Mom getting her much needed rest.

Not forgetting love and loss and neither hating either .

Being purposefully delusional.

[scara-hater]

Stars hold memories - Kuni/wanderer x reader

Nvm this was a mess, i read over it, maybe i should start proofreading. - slightly edited!

Reincarnated y/n but like no plot cuz I’m dumb - I literally never proofread.

Warnings: I can’t write, emo kuni, kuni being neglected ig, ooc?

Hundred’s of years ago, Inazuma opened it’s hands to greet a new life. A young boy now born.

He who had no understanding of what humans were, or to properly walk, Kunikuzushi was left grieving the loss of his mother. His small body abandoned in a field, left wailing at the sky, begging to go back. His legs buckling each time he tries to rise, falling over his own two feet. Without the strings from Ei he couldn’t hold his own weight.

“Mama please! I ca- *hic* I can’t stand- *hic* mama I can’t stand up.” His face filled with terror as his eyes are closed shut, hands now stained with dirt as they dig into the earth beneath him.

He’s scared.

for the first time, he’s experiencing what fear is.

He’s coughing and choking from how hard he mourns, while his hair disheveled and eyes soaked with tears. His pleas are meeting deaf ears, yet he continues to sob in hopes that his creator will come to his aid. However, the world is cruel.

His face and knees are scraped from his attempts to stand, and his feet a mess. The child doesn’t understand what this place is or why his ears hurt so much. All these noises are so new that his head is spinning. He wants it to end, he want’s his creator, he wants his mother.

But even so, he can feel the inevitable, it wove into his mind from the moment he was left alone, slowly it filled his head, after days of begging and bargaining. He knew.

The puppet had no purpose

Kunikuzushi has met his first betrayal.

One after another, he was faced with betrayal. Each promise ends in the same fate. With him alone and all of them gone. Including you.

—————————————————————————————————-

“Paimon thinks Wanderer looks a little out of it, hey! If you’re going to be sick, at least do it away from us!” God, these memories come and go as they please. Snapped out of his thoughts, The Wanderer looks over to Aether and his floating companion. Curtly excusing himself and retreating to a different place.

—

Coming back to his homeland has brought up many emotions and memories. Emotions and memories regarding you. How you cared for him so deeply, making him feel his purpose, being with you. How you would watch the stars and make up your own constellations. Looking at him Like he’s your world, and he was.

This trip is simply for the travellers mission, but that doesn’t make it any less distracting. It’s been decades, but he still misses you.

There’s a field the you would drag him to almost every night to stargaze. It was the same field he was abandoned, but the look on your face when being there? So radiant, so..at peace. He made amends with the area long ago, and replaced the associations with moments of you. You found it when you wanted to be alone, and realized it’s the perfect place to sit with some one you love. A quiet place to hold his hand, and talk about whatever you two pleased. It was right on the outskirts of where you lived, so the lights of civilization hued your faces just the right amount. You wanted to be there because it felt intimate.

The wanderer loved you, he still loves you, through his life he never forgot you - his beloved.

Making his way to the shared the old spot, with a few meters until he can be seated, you, standing there. Is this some type of joke? Are the gods finally punishing him for all his wrongdoings? He stands there frozen. No. You were given another chance at life. And now you two would finally meet.

- - - -

Dazed out of your mind, you felt this place calling to you. feeling this area is someplace you’ve been before. You’ve lived here all your life, but never visited this lovely grassy opening? It’s never been special, but something about today put your mind in a haze and you fell into your thoughts. Looking up at the sky to see all the beautiful clouds.

Though, you’re swiftly brought back to reality when you hear footsteps approaching from behind. Turning your head, meet two eyes that are already on your own. Oh that must be Kun-

“Oh, hello. Oh! I’m sorry, is this your spot? I saw this area and wanted to take a look, I can go if this is-“ “don’t”

Cutting your sentence short, you stay silent. Well he’s quite rude you thought. The air is thick and eye contact is heavy, there’s no words being shared, but something in his stare seems nostalgic, like this was done often at some point. Yet, you can’t deny how weird this is, clearing your throat you start, “Pardon me, but this is extremely awkward… ah! I’m Y/n nice to meet you.” “If I may, what’s your name? I don’t want to refer to you as ‘that rude guy”

Silence.

is he a crazy person? You thought. Oh archons, am I gonna die because I stole some one’s spot? How em-

“Kuni.” He looked away. Does he not know he’s mumbling? you could barely hear him. And as if listening to your thoughts, he straightens out and meets your gaze once again, “Kunikuzushi ” “though that’s not what you called me. Just call me Kuni, it’s easier to say.” Sure little puppet boy

Something about that made your eyes light up, smile so ever present on your face. It felt right, perhaps you’ve met before? Oh that’s more embarrassing than dying from a crazy person, you don’t remember him. Your face soon drops into a frown, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

Maybe he suggested it too soon? He’s letting you use a nickname and you’re frowning? Maybe he should just insult you until he feels better, better yet, maybe he should crawl into a whole and rot, doesn’t matter just please say something. Though his worries are diminished once he hears the sound of your laughter. “I’m so sorry, I think we’ve met before, I just can’t remember where, oh archons this is humiliating.” Your hands are on either side of your face flustered because you fear you may have neglected a past acquaintance. You can’t even look at him, this has to be the most awkward interaction either of you have been in.

but scrounging put the remainder of your dignity you meet his gaze once again.

————

He opens his mouth to speak, but what is he going to say? “Yes, we used to be in love years ago, but not in this life - you died but we loved each other ” He’s not an idiot.

“Ah- hmm.” “No.” “We’ve.. never.. met……before.”

And It hurts. The Archons have given him another chance to be with his y/n, and they’re right in front of him. Yet, he’s lying to the very face he vowed to never do that to. Though, there’s no point in explaining what there no longer is.

You two could never live like you once used to, he’s not the same boy you met over 200 years ago, nor are you the same Y/n of the past. But he wants you in his grasp once again.

The feeling in his chest feels like it’s going to explode if he doesn’t speak. Yet there are no words that come to mind. The reunion he’s always wished for, and he’s losing it.

So to save face, he’ll engage.

“Umm…this place…do you.. come here often” he’s looking up at the sky, it’s bright out today, but the night is so present in his memories.

“Pfffft..” You’re laughing.. again?

���Please don’t tell me your hitting on me right now.” What. No, oh no that’s not what he meant to do at all. His face begins to bloom in shades in pink and a frown is now present “Wha- I- No! Are you stupid? I would never lower myself for a- you know what? Never mind.” “I was just trying to ease how horrible this conversation is going, thanks to you.” He counters with his arms crossed and head turned Oh goodness He’s cute. “Well, Kuni once again, it is nice to meet you.”

“Now would you please answer my question.”

“is this your spot?”

“No.” He says “ it’s all yours.”

One day he’ll tell you about the countless memories you two once shared.

Of course while under the stars.

“Paimon is worried about the wanderer, he just disappeared!”

Apologies for my horrid writing, i always rush cuz i get too excited lol

[aeolianblues]

Thinking about Fontaines D.C. again. They’re quite different from any other band of the 2020s that I can think of, somehow they’re simultaneously both completely of this decade in their themes, context and sound, and still have something almost old-fashioned, maybe even timeless about them.

Like they’ve got that sound, depth and emotional complexity that makes people believe there’s something more to them, they’re no flash in the pan, they aren’t chasing any trends or whatever. And still, their post punk sound was so placeably 2018-2022 that you’d listen to it and you have to say yep, these lads came up in the wake of bands like IDLES at the same time as bands like Shame, very 2019.

And you never think, ‘oh I wonder what happened to them, I haven’t heard from them in a while,’ despite the fact that they are basically not active at all on social media. They have the band IG and each member too, but half of them last posted in like 2022 once. They aren’t doing any ‘trends’ or challenges or too many behind the scenes stuff— nothing. It feels almost like a classic band, like someone from the 90s or for the last time, the 00s.

And yet they feel modern, maybe it’s just that they speak to pretty modern fears and anxieties. I don’t know. But then, they’re also still doing the band grind. They’re not famous for anything except their music. No gimmicks, no collabs, they’ve never had a viral hit. People buy their whole albums because nothing they do misses. They sell more on vinyl than some of artists who are much bigger than them and monopolise the record pressing plants (coughs and dies).

Their best known songs are widely known because of fantastic televised festival performances in 2019 and 2022 (Boys In The Better Land, R+L 2019, R+L 2022 when they had that 18 y/o fan join them on guitar; Big Shot with the strings and piano and I Love You, Glasto 2022). Nothing about that is modern, and yet here they are. I couldn’t really see them coming up in another age, not because of the music but the context and themes.

I know, some of their songs sound like they could’ve been observational poems by Keats, Yeats, modern ones like MacGowan. Grian has said he’s still drawn to nature poetry despite being a city boy, but you listen to something like Oh Such A Spring and tell me he couldn’t write an ode to a landscape. Songs like I Love You, the album Skinty Fia in it’s whole. I personally nearly cried hearing it the first time, because as much as musicians have often written about being misfits, about not fitting in, it wasn’t very often that you’d hear someone explicitly framing that from the theme of an immigrant, of someone away from home, neither any longer a part of their home place but noticeably a stranger in the new. About having his Irishness almost heightened by not being in Ireland anymore. All of that. Oddly for the times, and very relevant. Songs like Bloomsday as well. Going back home and realising why you left in the first place. In some ways, Fontaines could only be a band of the now. And yet, there’s been something so traditional about their ascent.

Got big off the back of solid songwriting, they come off as clear-eyed romantics, still with a bit of the mystery and distance afforded to a rockstar of the past, yet not rockstars because they’re such ordinary people. The everyday poets, with a bit of mysticism about them. Amongst many of the bands that have got big in the last four years, they’re the only ones who are still truly independent, all the rest are on Island (UMG subsidiary). They have, if anything, gone more independent now: they’ve moved from Partisan to XL Recordings, both independent labels, and XL is part of the Beggars Group, perhaps one of the largest to still remain completely independent. At this stage in their career: chart topping albums, huge physical sales, a Grammy nomination, Irish Choice Prize nom and a BRIT win, surely if they wanted to, they could easily get on any of the majors. They could bypass the subs and go directly to like, Warner. They’d definitely get signed if they wanted. They’ve chosen to remain independent, admirably.

In some way, it adds to the appeal of the band. There’s a bit of the old band charm to them. I want to be careful not to over-romanticise or turn to folklore a group of very real human beings who have indicated at times that they are perhaps not very comfortable being put up on a pedestal (they are right), and I respect and honour that notion. But there’s certainly something special about this band. And perhaps Starburster has only reignited my admiration for this band, man they’re good.

[roobylavender]

obv the movie is titled zoey 102 but the most annoying thing about it was that we didn't even really get to see quinn and logan in their relationship. like the focus was almost always on their conflicts with regards to the marriage but the first real moment between them where it wasn't about that conflict was when they had their first dance and quinn teased him about the oyster shuckers. and it was such a small moment but i loved it and i want more insight into their daily life and the everyday teasing and uplifting and idk like again obv the title is zoey 102 but i don't think most people would disagree that it fully being a movie about quinn and logan would have been so much better. like the zoey and chase plot took up so much unnecessary space and their sudden bout of closure didn't even make sense bc they had one conversation prior to it after over a decade of mutual non-communication so why was any of this more important than quinn and logan. esp logan tbh. like quinn kind of had the liberty of a few moments to herself where she expressed her worldview in her own way but logan had close to none up until the proposal and yes i do love that he's quinn's number one supporter but i also wanted to know what that was like outside of the context of the wedding if that makes sense. like how he exists in their day to day relationship. there were glimpses of that in the final wedding sequence but i wanted so much more and i know the idea of a spin-off is so delusional at this point but the cast do apparently want to do it and i for one would love an exclusively quinn and logan spin-off where zoey and chase can be side characters ig 🙄 so.. why not!

[st4rswrld]

am i wrong to think they shouldn't be cancelled? imo i feel like fans are holding them accountable as they SHOULD be. i also dont think the triplets are the most educated but i dont think they are absolutely clueless. nick loves melanie martinez and she has been using her platform. if not all of them, nick at the least as some clue about whats happening. i also personally dont think they are seeing as much. i genuinely dont think they were aware of the boycott(this is absolutely not to be defending them, if they didnt know hopefully enough people comment and they become aware and stop supporting mcdonald's) but i truly havent seen information pop up on my feed anywhere BUT twitter. information i see on ig im seeking out on my own(snd i cant imagine the triplets doing that)and ive seen one or two tiktoks on my fyp. i truly dont think they are educated but that should change. its so easy to look up an article and read about it. but tbh i feel like they are going to sweep this under the rug and move on like they have done with almost everything else that has been "problematic" i hope they surprise me, its disappointing. i think so many people have taken this as an opportunity to make this into drama on twt and its why this fandom is so fucking toxic. making it about themselves instead of the ppl in palestine that have been suffering for this past month AND decades.

i 1000% agree with you. I should’ve worded it better, i myself don’t want them to be “cancelled” i love them (hence the blog dedicated to them) but none the less it’s still disappointing. and your right they will probably sweep this under the rug but i do hope the take away from this is to educate themselves and to also be sensitive about where their putting their money.

[noah-shin]

So you're telling me Muzan is a narcissist demon lord who has been living for decades and still can't find a solution of how to become immortal. Like honey what were doing all these time? Sucking yoriichi's dead dic* I guess. Like dude why tf do you act like you own the world when one demon slayer literally almost removed your whole existence in a second and you still have nightmares of it. This bro aint even a smooth criminal. He literally made you wipe the floor with your pale demon ass.

If he was in this generation, he would have been more trolled than Donald trump himself. He would got dragged.

I do give him the credit for abruptly having a mental breakdown and killing all those lower moons. Just admit it, they deserved it. I mean I would do the same and that's also without asking them shit, cz bitch you work under me. This is the eternal castle where y'all are in, not eternal circus ig. To be real, I would just save that lower demon who is the best looking. It's hard to find a good demon to simp on anyways .