#anyway 10 HOUR STREAM BABY

[ragingtwilight]

just got done a 10 hour art stream lol

it was fun actually, just wish that free online icarly site wasnt loaded with viruses LMAO

the search continues 👁👁

[ghouljams]

So glad I’m finally getting notifications!! I go through your blog like it’s the morning paper 💕

Happy belated 4th of July!!🦅 It’s the only day out of the year I’m patriotic lol. May I ask how crazy our cowboys got for the holiday??

It is a recent but honored Price family tradition that Soap and Goose almost burn down the barn every fourth. This is Ghost's first year seeing it actually happen.

"I assume you're both tired of having 10 fingers," Simon tells you nice and even, watching you and Soap tie cakes and mortars together.

"Haven't lost one yet," Soap responds at the same time you remind Simon,

"We've got a bucket of water nearby."

"Look we're at least a hundred extra feet from the barn this year, I've got a nice long fuse, nobody is losing any fingers." Soap nods, you nod.

"If you set the barn on fire again you're going on probation." Price gripes sitting back in his lawn chair. You give an affronted gasp and he nods solemnly, "both of you, shit mucking for the next month."

"I am your pride and joy!" You tell him.

"You're a fire hazard," you dad tells you, smoking a cigar on the edge of your safety perimeter. You don't think he fails to see the irony in that statement, but you do think he chooses to ignore it.

"I think it's a deserved punishment," Simon nods, Soap at least has the decency to glare at him for agreeing.

"We're not gonna catch the bard on fire, we've got plennae of room." Soap twists the last of the fuses together and inspects his work. "Somebody get Gaz out of the house, he's going to miss the show."

"Think that's the point," Simon mumbles as you go to drag your last guest off the porch.

"You're both insane," Gaz gripes, putting up more of a fight than you'd thought.

"Quit being a baby, nobody's ever been exploded before." You tell him, enjoying the noise Gaz makes at your joke.

"Ha ha, you're so funny," Gaz drags his feet as you tug him closer to the lawn chairs, "people die Goose, people die every year because of shit like that," he points at your explosive pyre.

"And yet you always have fun when we do this," you roll your eyes, pushing him down into the seat you'd put out for him.

"I really do," he settles into the lawn chair and takes the offered beer from your dad. You're pretty sure Gaz only puts up a fight to pretend so he can pretend he wasn't a cheering party when something unintended catches on fire.

"Alright everyone back up, I'm lighting this beauty." Soap announces, you grab Simon's hand and drag him back to the lawn chairs, sitting him down next to Gaz. His hands grab for your hips to pull you into his lap.

"Watch those hands Lieutenant," your dad barks. Simon's hands fly away from you, raised by his head like Daddy might point a gun at him to enforce the rule.

"I gotta be on stand by with the water anyway," you whisper to Simon, "but maybe I'll knock later?" He smiles behind his mask, eyes narrowing just enough to tell you what you already knew as he takes your hand in his.

"Doors always open." There's unspoken "for you" that settles between you two. Simon presses your knuckles against his mask, gentle and affectionate. He doesn't let anyone else into his private space as readily as he does you. Even Soap still knocks.

Speaking of Soap. The man of the hour strikes a hot match and lights the first fuse, jogging over to safety with the rest of you. He gives you a thumbs up.

The first mortar ignights and shoots a stream of blue into the sky. The loud bang-pop of the explosion echoing in your ribs. The flower of sparks fizzles and another shoots up behind it. Then a cake goes off and sparks fly like feathers shoot a high train that almost instantly ignights the next mortar to send more pops into the sky. Another jet of purple sparks from the cake sets off a Roman candle. The 'tump' of it shooting flares up is offset by the crackling of another fuse burning and-

"That's not supposed to happen," Soap mumbles, watching two more mortars and another Roman candle light.

The five of you watch solemnly as a flare from the Roman candle soars over your heads and onto the roof of the barn. Simon drops your hand as you watch the sparks try to catch on the tar, short bursts of flame lighting up the roof. Your dad sighs and dials the fire department as Gaz runs for the hose.

[thecapricunt1616]

Maca Root - (c.b. one-shot)

♡ Chapter Inspo: Maca Root is considered a sacred feminine master plant in Peru and is involved in spiritual ceremonies for those wanting to unlock, release, heal, and bring harmony back to the body.

♡ Summary: You cook for Carmy for a change so he has a real dinner for once, & he thanks you with his mouth. Oh! And he tells you he wants to make things official.

♡ W/C: 3,330

♡ Posted Date: 05/10/2024

♡ A/N: Hello! I am literally SO dead I watched the eras tour live stream from Tess on TikTok- SHE PUT IN TTPD!! AAA! Anyway HAHA I had to talk abt. it because i'm literally dead, the whole set is FABULOSO!!! Anywhore - I am so happy with the love Vervain is getting omg! Thank you so much again @carmenberzattosgf for the lovely inspiring ask ILY forever! This one-shot is based on this ask ♡ here ♡ thank you so much oh lovely anon! I hope you like this, please send me an ask any time! As always requests are open everyone! Please enjoy :) *Smooches*

♡ Warnings for BTC: !UNEDITED! (We die like men!), NO Use of Y/N, Fem!Reader (Described AFAB), NO use of physical descriptors (Fem!Black!Reader friendly!), Use of pet names, Smut!, F&M oral giving & receiving, fingering.

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

You quietly unlocked up Carmys apartment door, seeing as it was 11:00 and he still wasn’t home. You sighed deeply to yourself, slightly annoyed but slightly having expected this. So you go ahead and clean up the empty water bottles and redbull cans, vacuuming and putting his dirty jeans and tshirts in his washing machine for him and starting a load. 

You even found some spaghetti and sauce in the cabinet, starting a pot on the stove knowing he was never later then 12:15, and he always ate when he got home since family service was at 3:00 and 9 hours on his feet rushing around a kitchen absolutely built up quite the appetite. 

You stripped his bed and put on fresh sheets for the two of you just in time to strain the pasta, and queue up one of his favorite YouTube cooking channels newest videos. You weren’t sure how he understood anything going on given as they were speaking Russian- but he likes what he likes. 

By the time you heard keys in the door, you were already in your pajamas. He came in, clearly uncomfortable. “Shit you made dinner f’r us?! God you’re amazing baby” he wraps you in a hug. He smelt lightly like grease and sweat, but it was a smell you’d never dislike. It was distinctly Bear. Your Bear. 

“I did, you deserve somethin’ hot hm? How was your day?” You asked softly and kissed his jaw, and down his neck, before rubbing over his chest lightly and getting on your knees to unlace his sneakers to which he sighed gratefully, as his back was killing him after scrubbing the floors for over an hour. 

“Y’re a fuckin angel- I don’t deserve that baby” he tells you this every night, but every night you continue to do it, because he does. 

“Come sit bear” you drag him to the couch, gently tugging off his sneakers when he sits and he groans, resting his sore feet on the coffee table 

“Oh shit- this is new?” He asked as he saw the tv, grabbing the controller and hitting play on the video of some Russian woman making soup. 

“Mmhmm- here baby” you made up his plate and brought it to him with a fork and napkin to see he was already slumping down on the couch with his arms crossed and eyes hooded half asleep, he was exhausted. “Bear-“ you said gently and he woke up quickly, sitting up. 

“Wow- thank you sweetheart, fuck this is so nice. I’m so hungry thank you honey” he took the plate and kissed you tenderly. “Wait- fuckin hell princess did you clean? Don’ be doin’ that I told you honey thas’ my job” he told you, twirling a good amount of pasta on his fork and taking a bite 

“I did clean because there were empty redbull cans everywhere. And you deserve a clean place to hang out when you aren’t working mm?” You kiss the top of his head before heading back to the kitchen and putting away the rest of the pasta, then washing the dishes. 

“Baaaaaabe!” He groans in annoyance when he heard the sink cut on and you washing the dishes you used to make dinner “stop! I can do those ‘fore work” he mumbled through a mouth of spaghetti and you giggle 

“Ah yes at 2:00? In 3 hours? When I can just do them now?” You teased “id rather have the extra 5 minutes in bed with you” you told him and he blushed, finishing his food as you finished up the dishes and going to sit back on the couch 

“Aht!” You tut “bathroom stinky garlic breath then bed.” You told him and he huffed, having been caught. 

“C’mon m’tired babygirl come sit w’me” he said and gave you a pout, tugging your hips. You caught yourself on the back of the couch, hovering over him and refusing to give in and straddle his hips, knowing if you did he’d just roll over, lay down, and fall asleep immediately. 

“Carmen” you said softly and he scrunched his nose at the use of his full name. 

“Don’ call me that” he mumbled, hugging your torso and nuzzling his face in your belly, sighing tiredly. 

“Carmen Anthony” you said in response and you laughed at the dramatic groan that came out of him, like a toddler being scolded. “It’s that time my dear, for you to go brush your teeth. Then you can come to bed and I’ll rub your back” you said and his head shot up 

“Really?” He questioned hopefully and you giggle. 

“Really truly. Get in that bathroom” you ruffle his hair and shut off the tv before heading to the bedroom. He came in a few minutes later, stripping down to his boxers and laying stomach down. 

“Been thinkin’ “ he mumbled as you warm up the lotion in your hands. 

“Yeah? What about sweetheart?” You gently rub his tight shoulders and he moaned softly at the contact, letting out one of his tired bear sighs as you called them. Just a long, breathy sigh that ended with a little grumble like an old man how bears did in nature documentaries when settling in for the night. 

“ ‘bout us” he said and you smiled a bit, continuing to massage his shoulders and back. 

“About us huh? What about us love” you counter. You and Carmy had been seeing eachother for about 4 months now, you’d only really been to the restaurant after closing when everyone has already went home but you had gone once for your sisters birthday - of course you told her you knew a great spot when she asked for recommendations. When he saw your name on the reservation list that night, he thought he was surely hallucinating. 

When it was finally your reservation time, he went over to the window and looked over his restaurant. Sure enough, you were sitting there. It took everything in him to not go out there - you looked stunning. He wanted to tell you that, he wanted to get a closer look at what you were wearing. He always loved your outfits because you were into vintage fashion just like he was, one of your favorite dates was to get coffee together and then go thrifting. 

But he didn’t, because he wasn’t sure you wanted anyone to know you were dating, but he did make sure to let Richie know to comp the table. He was confused as all hell, even more so when he asked ‘why’ and Carmen snapped at him - 

‘I dunno cause it says it’s a fuckin birthday table on the reservation and I’m fuckin’ feelin’ nice? So just comp the table and get off my back, cousin.’

Because he hadn’t ever known another time where Carmy was ‘feeling nice’ before, but nonetheless he did as he was told per usual. Your sister was over the moon excited, gushing about what a great review she would leave and how nice it is they gave a random patron a birthday meal. 

You weren’t sure if Carmy was okay with you telling people you were dating - so you agreed and just said it was awesome, pretending that same night the man who had made the meal wasn’t fucking you against his shower wall the night prior. 

When he saw you that night, and asked why you never said anything - you told him you didn’t wanna be a bother or make him feel you were owed ‘special treatment’, he told you firmly you were never a bother, and that any time you want to come in to let him know because he’d make sure to get you the best spot in the house and of course you’d never pay him to eat there. 

When you asked why he looked at you like you had 3 heads before telling you “cus’ you’re you, it’s my restaurant, and in my restaurant, you don’t pay- got it?” that was the end of the conversation. 

“About…I dunno- y’my girl…but I’ve never really told anyone other then you before.” He said and your heart flutters. 

His girl. 

He’d never said that before - put a claim on you. You’re his girl, now. Not just a girl he’s seeing, not just a ‘friend’ which had been the running name you’d both used to describe your relationship, even though there was always a beat of awkward silence after the word came out of either of your mouths. 

“I’m your girl” you repeat and he sits up on his forearm and looks at you 

“You seein other people?” He asked seriously. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “No Carmy. You have been the only person for…” you stopped, not wanting to embarrass yourself. You had known you wanted something serious with him from the start but were too embarrassed to admit it. “Some time now. So - yes. What about this do you want people to know?”  You asked 

“I wanna tell people about you…about us - that we’re- y’know..goin’ steady..is that alright?” 

You nodded, a big smile forming on your lips. “Yes. Yes- tell anyone you want to. Can I too?” You asked 

In response he turned on his side, pulling you to him and kissing you deeply. His tongue swiped along your lower lip, nose nudging the side of yours gently. You opened your mouth for him, tasting toothpaste and mouthwash on his tongue, you hum softly as you felt his hot breath fan your upper lip in a satisfied huff when your hand found his curls, gently massaging the back of his neck. 

His calloused hand finds your lower back, pushing up his white shirt that you’d stolen from his hamper that smelt so distinctly of him you couldn’t help but wear it so when he left you too early in the morning it still felt as if he was with you. He loved seeing you wear his clothes, it drove him insane thinking about you, in his apartment, sleeping in his bed, wearing his shirt. It took up a lot more mental space in the mornings then he’d care to admit. 

He rolled the lace hem of your faded patterned strawberry panties that Carmy adored. Even though you were getting warm from all the excitement, goosebumps still appeared on your skin from his gentle caress over your stomach before dipping his fingers in the fabric. You, without even needing to think about it, lifted your thigh for him and he cupped your heat for a moment with his hand, squeezing you with a light pressure. 

You whined into his mouth, slack jawed from the contact, and you were no longer kissing eachother but more like breathing into eachothers mouths with the sucking of tongue and lips from Carmy. He spread you out with his forefinger as well as his ring finger, a wet click sound following the action. He dipped his middle finger over your dripping hole and you shiver, a bead of sweat dripping down the back of your neck. 

He kissed down your chin, to your jaw, to your neck as he teased your entrance with the pad of his finger. You were a pathetic whimpering mess beneath him already, his hands always made you this way. “Please” you whimper and he kissed your jaw as his finger trailed over your exposed clit from having you spread so well with his fingers, even the gentle movement causing your hips to jerk and a cry to leave your throat 

“Mmm always so sensitive f’me” he said, gathering more of the wetness from your pussy that was beginning to drip down the curve of your ass and gush with his movements. You gasp as he slathers that wetness over your bud, before easily rubbing his finger back and forth over it as he sucked a bruise into your collarbone. 

Your hips rut into his hand, strings of curses mixed between saying his name until he sticks that middle finger inside with no resistance due to how wet you were, upon entrance his finger made a schlick noise as you were essentially sucking him in, like your pussy itself was begging how you were. “Christ” he muttered into your skin, pumping his finger in and out slowly, curling it every so often in search of that spot. 

“Please please- another one” you begged and he adds his ring finger, curling them up together and you nearly sob your knees coming together subconsciously 

“Open ‘em baby, c’mon lemme make you cum yeah?” He used his other hand to ease your legs apart to realize your thighs were quivering. “Y’bein such a good girl right now lettin me play w’you.” He said hotly in your ear, rubbing over your shaking thigh sweetly as he curled his fingers into the same spot, pressing with increasing pressure and with his palm, massaging your clit. 

Your back arched off the bed, grabbing his forearm with one hand and the sheets with the other, gripping them both tightly and your walls flutter around him. “That’s it. Go ahead pretty girl. My pretty girl” he kissed your forehead gently, and the tender gesture mixed with being called his was enough to throw you into an orgasm that had you seeing stars behind your lids as you cry out his name. 

Seeing you this way was his favorite part of the day, and it was so good that he sacrificed at least half an hour of his 5 dedicated to sleeping for it. So good, in fact, that seeing you squirm and writhe, mixed with you sobbing out his name and rambling about how only he has ever made you feel so good, and that you wished you could have him all the time - and his now sticky fingers he was able to palm his cock a few times, before sucking the slick off his fingers - the combination of all of that made him cum in his boxers like a teenager. 

You hear him whimper at the tail end of your orgasm and you open your eyes to see him gripping his cock with creamy wet boxers, sucking on his fingers so much there was drool dripping down his chin. You couldn’t help but drop your jaw at how hot the sight was, the way his abs clench and unclench, the way his stomach tightens and releases as the waves of his climax crash over him. He was beautiful. 

It wasn’t like you could help yourself. You sat up a bit and got on your knees, he didn’t notice because he was still in the thick of it - and straddled his calf. Now he noticed. “What are you-“ he’s interrupted by your nose in the crook of his thigh and his cock, breathing in the salty heady scent of his cum before taking the fabric in your mouth and sucking, looking up at him with big doe eyes through your lashes. 

“Oh my god” his eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head, his jaw dropping at the sight before him. “You are gonna fuckin’ kill me” he said and you smiled a bit as you suck down the sweet salty flavor. His cock jumped at the action and you pulled the fabric up between your teeth, tugging down and his cock flopped out onto his stomach, half hard from your antics. 

“Can I help you clean up?” You asked sweetly and he bit back a whimper at such an innocent voice being used to ask such a filthy question. 

“Uh-“ he swallowed thickly, looking at your chin that was glistening with the sticky cum from his boxers “If- if I can clean you up after” he countered and you nod. 

“Sounds like a deal” you said and gently took him in your dominant hand, licking a stripe from base to tip enjoying the way he twitched under your tongue. He bit his lip, sucking a breath through his teeth at the sensitivity so you eased up on the pressure of your tongue when you got to his tip, humming softly when it spurts out a little glob of pre, almost in thanks. 

“Wow- you can go again? Already?” You asked amazedly and he shook his head quickly 

“Fuck no - hell fuckin’ no, this’ as hard as ‘m’gettin’ it would hurt t’go like this“ he said and you pout a bit. 

“Darn, would’ve been fun” you said and resumed rubbing your tongue over his length that was jumping and twitching at your stimulation. “Feels good though right?” You ask and he hums, in a way that almost sounded like a whimper but he clears his throat to cover it 

“Mmhmm- feels- feels really good” he said and you smile, rubbing your lips over his vein that ran on the side, dipping your tongue between your lips to feel the girth of it. After a few more minutes of sucking and licking, and a few flicks of your tongue - he gently pats your head “think ‘m clean” he said a bit breathlessly and you looked up at him. 

“You sure? I don’t wanna miss any spots” you joked and he chuckled 

“I’m sure. And I want my turn now” he said and you wipe your drooly mouth on his hip and giggle before laying down and peeling off your soaked panties, thankful they were coming off because they were becoming uncomfortable - and chucking them who knows where. 

“Ah, thanks f’usin me as a napkin very kind” he jokes and fixed his boxers before laying on his stomach in front of you, putting a thigh on each shoulder and essentially hugging your hips, supporting himself with his elbows and going to work right away. 

He kissed over your thighs, up your wet sensitive lips to your mound, placing a gentle kiss there as well and gently nibbling on the pad of fat there. “I fuckin love this” he said, sucking on the mound of flesh. You giggled a bit, crossing your ankles together and watching him as he gazes up at you intently. 

“You’re nibbling on me like a dog” you gently rub over his hair and scratch his scalp to which he hums in appreciation and licks you over, swirling his tongue over your clit and flicking it. You shivered at the action, thighs cupping his face and he pulled away a bit 

“Please don’t make my ears pop” he chuckled, his hot breath ghosting over your heat in a way that made your toes curl. 

“Sorry - sorry baby” you loosened your grip and pet his hair gently as he continued to devour your folds, slurping and sucking and lapping up all the wetness you had to offer. You moaned and whimpered, watching him as he dragged his tongue back and forth over your clit, resting his palm face up on your belly. You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together over your abdomen. 

“You’re so pretty Carmy” you praise, your other hand playing with his now sweaty curls from everything going on “such pretty eyes” you said softly and he hums gently, nuzzling your clit with his nose as he fucks you with his tongue, lapping up your walls from the inside as well. Your belly tightens, hips arching slightly off the bed “fuck baby I’m close” you told him and his eyes flutter shut in bliss, kissing your clit gently before sucking on it. 

Your orgasm washed over you like a gentle, warm wave washing you out to sea. You hummed happily as your thighs shook, core clenching and fluttering around his tongue as he worked you through it, stroking your thigh gently. “So good- always so good bear” you said tiredly and kiss his hand. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he licked a stripe up your core to finish you off, before kissing your thigh sweetly. 

You then felt him wipe his soaking wet chin and mouth on the inside of your thigh, and your eyes flicker back open to see him smirking teasingly. “What? S’just payback!” 

[padawansuggest]

You know what else I like???? I like watching people eat. I can watch a mukbang if I’m extremely hungry but need something to watch while stuffing my face (tho for mukbangs themselves I have to turn off the volume entirely because those sounds make me wanna nerf someone lol) or I could watch someone going through a convenience store, getting a whole meal, and eating it, but my fave??? Watching someone do one of those ‘challenge platters’. The ones where ‘you have ab hour to finish this whole platter and get the whole meal, or take longer and pay full’ sorta situations???

Yeah idk what it is about someone stuffing themselves sick but maybe it’s because I actually have a very small stomach and have to eat tiny meals so I don’t throw up, but also because as soon as I’m full, food doesn’t even TASTE good anymore and people in these videos seem to enjoy it the whole way through. I smell a food while full and I’m gagging even if it’s my fave.

Either way. So I get it. I don’t like exaggerated eating sounds, but I love watching someone eat a massive delicious meal.

Either way. This is gonna sound like it’s outta left field. But. AU where Qui-Gon has Once More had to leave his Padawan in the middle of nowhere, only for Obi to run out of money.

Of course, that’s when he passes by someone doing a food volg and talking about the one hour challenge to eat all this food and you get your meal free. You have to eat it all and you gotta do it in an hour.

Obviously, he stops right behind them, not realizing they’re live-streaming, and is all ‘omfg free meal if I eat it all in an hour??’ And the vlogger is all ‘omfg hungy baby Jedi’ and parks his ass next to them all ‘okay, let’s explain the rules’ and Obi is all ‘shit, I can’t afford 100 credits if I fail’ but the vlogger is all ‘baby Jedi, if you try this with me on livestream, I will likely make enough in this one stream to pay for our meals 100x over, lemme feed you’ and then they hear a ding of someone sending like 500 credits worth of blogging tokens all ‘feed him before I track you down and feed him for you’. See. Already paid for.

Anyways. That was the day that the galaxy at large learned that a smol Jedi padawan can eat a Bantha, purrs really nice and contented when they’re stuffed full, and also is a cuddly little worm who very much tried to be the bloggers lap warmer after a nice meal. He’s a baby.

Anyways I’ve decided the vlogger should be a Mandalorian OC and they adopt him and follow him and Qui-Gon on missions for the next 10 years (till Obi is knighted and has a kid of his own, then they follow him and Ani instead) and do a bunch of live-streaming challenges all over the galaxy of food challenge platters.

Also maybe make Obi a lil more plump???? As a treato 🥺🥺🥺????

Yes. That can also be allowed. Bant is his Mando parent’s bestie she’s never seen her bestie so healthy and happy before. Qui-Gon is trying his best but now he has someone to hold a blaster to his head when he’s not being a good master at the moment. Anakin is spoiled rotten and Obi’s Mando Buir gets married to Shmi probably and they travel the galaxy. Shmi isn’t a big eater but she likes her fancy lil delicate meals while riduur is eating a bantha’s share. It’s cute.

Is this entirely For Me? Probably. Am I considering making it because I love playing with holonet, social media in the galaxy, and Mandos adopting Obi? Ya.

[crushedgraham]

Hey there! Can you do a D.va x fem!reader smut where Dva rides her soft masc gf in her gamer chair? Maybe a little specific but anyways lol

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D.va x Soft Masc gf

Being specific always helps! I hope you enjoy :D

It was late and Hana’s screams could be heard bouncing off of the walls of your shared apartment. You groan, tossing your phone aside onto the cushion next to you. Hana had been streaming for well over 8 hours now even though she had promised to keep it short. You had been looking forward to spending time with her since she’s been so busy with missions and working on her mech. Now, 8 hours later, you feel pretty disheartened. She had missed the plans and meals you had prepped for her free day.

You lean your head back, shutting your eyes with a sigh. You love Hana but dating a celebrity can be a pain in the ass sometimes. You wait another 10 minutes but her shouts don’t seem to be letting up anytime soon.

Defeated, you throw a blanket loosely over your waist and you clutch a pillow to your chest wishing it was Hana. But right as you're about to fall asleep, you hear soft thumps of footsteps and a quiet:

“Oh Jagi…”

You sleepily open your eyes just enough so you can see Hana standing over you in one of your shirts (that looks a lot more like a dress on her).

“Mm, you finally done?”

Your voice is low and scratchy from exhaustion which makes you miss the small blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m sorry baby I got caught up trying to beat this new game”

“It’s fine, jus’ wanna hold you”

Her eyes soften and she whispers a soft “Of course”, before grabbing your hand and leading you to your shared bedroom. Your eyes are set on the haven of your comfortable bed but Hana’s hand leads you to her desk, the paused screen from her game still glowing on the large monitors. At this point, exhaustion has settled deep into your bones and you’re too tired to protest when she pushes you to sit in her gaming chair. Though you’re content to just sleep in that chair when Hana straddles your lap, arms wrapping around the back of your neck to place little kisses across your face.

“‘M sorry, I know you had a lot planned today…I promise to make it up to you”

Her breath brushes against your ear and you shiver a little. Your hands run down her waist to rest on her hips, holding her close.

“We can just do it tomorrow, it’s no big de-”

She cuts you off with a gentle press of her lips against yours (you can taste the remnants of doritos and mountain dew on her lips, romantic right?). One of her hands slides up the back of your neck to tug lighty at the roots of your hair and she tugs at your bottom lip with her teeth at the same time. You groan against her lips, all the fatigue melting away from her little touches. Ignited with lust, you surge upwards to deepen the kiss - your tongue glides against her lip before slipping into her mouth to run along her own.

Hana’s hectic schedule has kept the two of you away from each other sexually for an ungodly amount of time. The built up sexual frustration leads to a greater neediness in both of you. Her hips grind down against yours and she whimpers against your lips when she feels the familiar bulge in your sweats.

Your hands reach underneath the large shirt to come in contact with thin panties. You pull away from Hana’s swollen lips to chuckle,

“No shorts even when you’re streaming?”

“Shut up and fuck me”

You giggle some more as she kisses you again while fumbling with the waistband of your sweats, trying to push them down as fast as possible. You let her struggle for a bit before raising your hips to help her out. She ruts her soaked panties against the underside of your strap, desperate for any kind of friction she can get.

“H-hahh…Need you Jagi please..!”

“Such a needy bunny, I wonder if you could cum like this?”

You grin devilishly when she lets out an annoyed whine into the crook of your neck.

“No! …Mngh…N-need you inside!”

As much as you want to make her beg for it, you’re just as desperate to be inside of her. You quickly slide her panties to the side and you slide in easily. The moan she lets out is angelic, she nuzzles into your neck with tightly shut eyes. Hana starts rolling her hips desperately: front to back then down and up and repeat. You let her have her fun, content to just listen to her moans and watch her fuck herself on your cock.

“Fuck! I need m-more, please Jagi please!”

Your hips snap up at the sound of her pleas which makes her bite roughly into your shoulder to conceal her loud moan. You set a rough pace, picking her up and down by the hips to meet your thrusts like a little doll. Her moans and the squelching of her wet pussy mix together louder than her screams from her stream, thank god for her sound-proofed set up.

And when you shift so that the tip of the strap brushes against her g-spot? Her pussy’s gushing, slick coating the insides of her thighs and making a mess of your sweats. Hana grips onto your shoulder and bicep like her life depends on it, tears mixed with mascara running down her flushed cheeks - making her look so pretty and fucked out.

“S-so..Ah! hah..Close!”

Your hand leaves one side of her hip to reach between your bodies to rub over her swollen clit. She chokes out a sobbed moan, and her thighs shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Cum for me bunny, be my good girl and cum for me.”

Fuck. That’s the final push she needed, she cums on command - her sensitive cunt twitching and cumming on your thick strap. She mewls quietly from the aftershocks and she slumps against your body tiredly.

“You okay?”

You murmur while kissing her hairline, your hands already massaging her thighs knowing they were going to be sore in the morning. Hana nods and makes a small noise of approval. You stand up with her in your arms and you set her down on the bed.

“I’ll be right back okay? Just gotta get some things for you”

She grunts in disagreement while holding you close, she wraps her legs around your waist to trap you in her embrace.

“Don’t leave me…”

“I’m not going anywhere, Hana”

[kitashousewife]

12:32 am

another time stamp :p anyway i thought i would try out mr. sakusa!

pairing: timeskip!sakusa x fem!reader

warnings: use of pet names (pretty, angel), lowercase intentional

late spring was in full swing. the temperatures are higher, everything is full of color, and the sun rises just a bit earlier, coating everything in its warmth and glow. everything just feels a bit happier; like the earth has let out a peaceful sigh.

you, on the other hand, have not had the same luxury.

today was warm, almost too warm for your liking. coming home from work to the thick, stuffy air of an apartment that was just as surprised by the sudden heat as you were, you quickly turn on the AC and kick off your shoes. already feeling a warmth creep up your neck, you quickly hop in the shower to start your nightly routine. turning on some music, you glance at the time:

12:10 am

are you fucking kidding me?

stepping into the shower, you begin to recall the events of your day, allowing them to fall off of your body and down the drain, along with the relaxing stream of water from the shower head.

you left the house around 7:45 this morning, rushing out the door, catching the bus just in time. arriving to work right on time, you immediately realized that you had dressed for the wrong type of weather. a sudden heat spike today causing you to feel uncomfortable and sticky all day long. the packed schedule of meetings, deadlines, and reports didn’t help. you were tired.

somehow, you agreed to get dinner with co workers to celebrate the end of a deadline you all worked on together. hours of drinks, great food, and even better company, but you didn’t feel like celebrating at all.

today is the now 3rd night out of 6 that sakusa would be out of town. you had hoped that being out with some co workers would be distracting, but it was just temporary. it always is. on top of the empty feeling inside, you stayed out way later than you had intended, finding yourself now currently finishing up your nighttime routine at 12:30 am.

walking out of your shared bathroom, the cool air welcomes you as you start to walk into the bedroom, dressed in one of sakusa’a shirts. the light breeze of the AC causing the hem around your knees to flutter as you shuffle closer to the bed.

finally sinking into the mattress, your body and mind feel lighter. you’re clean, comfortable, and definitely more relaxed. you’re just missing one thing. your thoughts are quickly interrupted by a slight buzzing coming from the nightstand.

call from kiyoomi

“hey, omi. how are you? it’s late,” you sigh into the phone, hitting the speaker button and setting it back down on the nightstand.

“hi pretty. if it’s so late, why aren’t you asleep?” you hear a slight muffled noise, and the sound of a faucet being turned on.

“you didn’t answer my question,” you mumble back, turning off the lamp with a click.

an amused exhale, followed by, “i’m fine, baby. just got out of the shower. our game was just fine,” you can almost hear the smirk on sakusa’s face.

“and by ‘just fine’ you mean you smoked them?” you quip, a small smile pulling at your lips.

he chuckles, and the faucet turns off. you can hear him padding over to the bed, the rustle of covers, and the phone being set on a nightstand, just like you. but, not quite. just somewhere further away.

“you think you’re pretty funny, huh baby?” sakusa’s remark softened as he stifles a yawn.

“of course i do,” you giggle. “isn’t that why you want to marry me after all?” examining the ring on your finger, you smile to yourself. i wish you were here, omi.

“oh pretty. i miss you so much,” he sighs heavily into the phone. your eyes close as you try to dull the ache that sits heavy in the pit of your stomach. you’re pulled out of your thoughts by sakusa’s voice.

“why are you up so late? is everything okay? you know you can always call,” the sound of distant voices of teammates from the hallway of the hotel caused the smile to return to your face once more, picturing the furrowed brow and massive eyeroll that sakusa must have done just now.

“yeah, i’m okay. it was super hot today, and my team finished that deadline i was telling you about, so we decided to go out to celebrate,” interrupting yourself with a yawn, you then continue. “and i guess we just lost track of time, and since it was late i had to wait a bit for the busses. by the time i got home our apartment was so warm. i forgot to turn on the AC before i left,”

“like usual” sakusa huffs. but you know he’s smiling.

“yeah, like usual. i wish you were here in bed with me, like usual,” you sigh. there’s a small pause.

“i know, angel. i’m almost done here. it will be here before you know it. i promise, when i get home,” he yawns. “i’m jumping right into bed with you.”

“after a shower, i’m guessing?”

“obviously,” sakusa chuckles. he hears you yawn again, picturing you stretching and snuggling into the sheets.

“it’s late pretty. i know you’re tired, let’s go to sleep, okay?”

“okay omi. i love you so much, please come home soon,” your soft whisper muffled by the pillow you’re cradeling.

“of course. i love you too angel. sweet dreams.”

he hears your slow, deep breaths over the phone and smiles to himself. he can’t wait to see the look on your face tomorrow when he gets home early, thanks to the other team cancelling the other matches.

“i’ll see you soon,” sakusa whispers into the phone before hanging up. getting comfortable, sakusa feels almost too excited to sleep, for all he wants is to see your face and kiss your lips.

like he said, it will be here before you know it.

[casbeeminestiel]

‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours

Dean wouldn’t have called himself a faithful man. Over the years, he’s heard himself described as many things- irreverent, stubborn, codependent, righteous, temperamental, broken. But faithful? Nah, never. 

Not until he married Cas, anyways.

Twelve years gone and two years on, he finds himself putting the hours into believing in someone and something bigger than he. 

It’s not always easy. Of course it isn't. Nothing worth having ever is.

But sometimes, like right now, Dean finds that it is easy.

For example, it’s easy to thread his fingers through Cas’ on the drive across I-10 in Florida, warm skin on warm skin and wedding ring on wedding ring on the bench seat between them in an untangleable knot. He can feel Cas’ pulse, steady and strong where his own thumb caresses his husband’s wrist. Cas shivers and smiles, and Dean…

Dean falls in love for the millionth time.

And again in a diner parking lot a few hours later as he sucks sticky, syrupy kisses down the column of Cas’ throat in Baby’s backseat. Turns out the only thing that can rival how hot it is outside is Dean’s husband. 

“Dean,” Cas groans, panting. His hair is a mess from Dean’s hands raking and tugging at the silky strands.

When Dean pulls back to answer, he feels a sharp spike of lust join the warm, sweet affection suffusing throughout his body. Cas is a damn vision in the midday sun streaming through the windows, his tan skin dappled with shadows cast by the thunderheads starting to creep overhead in a drastic vignette. He looks like a painting.

“Hot damn,” Dean rasps, leaning back in to get his lips in the hollow of Cas’ collarbone. He sweeps his thumb behind his ear and smiles to himself as Castiel’s laughter at his eagerness turns into a stuttering gasp.

Soon enough, Cas sheds his leather jacket- a new addition to his wardrobe, one that Dean is a little obsessed with- and Dean’s flannel joins it on the floor of the Impala, followed by their shoes and socks. Jeans and boxers and shirts are pushed out of the way. Hands find hands again as lips search out skin. Dean likes them like this, an ouroboros of DeanandCas. 

Outside, the rain has started to fall to the earth in sheets, a true subtropical spring thunderstorm. Inside the car, they’ve lost track of time, lost sense of anything but the act of losing themselves in each other. 

Thunder rattles the windows, but Dean doesn’t notice. He’s too busy making the love of his life fall apart in his arms over and over again.

It’s crazy how these things work, he thinks; how his forever home fits so perfectly inside his first home, how Cas’ legs fit around his waist, how he fits inside Cas, how their hands fit together.

How they fit together. 

Their lives, their bodies, their souls. ‘Til death do them part, and after.

Afterwards, after they’ve found the energy to dress themselves once more, they lay there for a while longer and listen to the storm outside. Dean can drive in this weather, but truth be told, he’d rather listen to Cas’ heartbeat under his ear where his head is resting on his husband’s chest.

It’s alright. They have time.

Cas is quiet where Dean is curled around him. Far as Dean can tell, it’s a good kind of quiet. He’s proven right when Cas trails lazy fingers in circles over the knobs of Dean’s spine through his shirt. The static sound of rain continues outside as Dean reaches up to grasp Cas’ free hand in his own and kisses each knuckle. He doesn’t have to look at his angel to know he’s smiling.

They both do a whole lot of smiling these days.

“Dean,” murmurs Cas, the first to speak in the sacred hush of their afterglow. Dean tilts his head with no particular urgency to meet a set of eyes that still draw him in after all these years.

“Mmm, what’s up, sunshine?”

“I find that I’m hungry again. Is that normal?”

Cas’ face is scrunched up adorably, brows knit together in genuine befuddlement. 

Dean can hardly help himself as he buries his face in the toned chest beneath him, shoulders shaking with laughter. 

“Dean, it’s- stop laughing at me. It’s a serious question!” Castiel, for all his effort to appear stern, is laughing too. Also, Dean notes that his hand has not stopped stroking over his spine. That should not make him blush after the last hour or so, but god help him, it does.

“Cas,” he says through teary eyes, still wheezing slightly, “I fucking love you.”

“And I, you. Really though, Dean. Why am I hungry?”

Dean can’t resist. He doesn’t have another round in him, but he’ll never pass up a chance to fluster his husband. In a move that was surely more graceful twenty years ago, he raises himself up on his hands where they’re now planted next to Cas’ head and leans down again so Cas can feel it when he breathes the next words into his ear. 

“Sweetheart, as much as I fucking love you, I also love fucking you. Tends to make a guy work up an appetite.”

In a contrast with the heat behind his words, he plants a sweet, quick kiss on Castiel’s now burning cheek and retreats to his spot on his chest.

Cas scowls and swats Dean on the shoulder, but Dean feels his heart skip a beat when he throws a wink his way. 

In a few hours, they’ll be sitting on a moonlit balcony with a warm seabreeze in their hair and fancy white hotel sheets waiting for them inside.

In a few days, they’ll probably stop at this diner again on the way back. Dean will probably order pancakes because he knows Cas likes them almost as much as he likes stealing them off of his plate. Cas will lick syrup off his fork, and Dean knows they’ll end up in the backseat again because as sure as the rain falls here every afternoon, he just can’t keep his hands off his husband. 

In a few weeks, they might be on the road again, or they might be at home. Maybe Claire will visit, or maybe Jack will pop in. Maybe Sam and Eileen can come over for a backyard barbecue. If the sun shines bright over Kansas for a little while longer, maybe Cas can start his garden anew. Dean will watch him from the porch with a cold beer in his hands and fiddle with his ring, knowing Cas is doing the same when he sits back to take in his hard work.

In a few months, in a few years, Dean has no idea where the road is going to take them. They’ll laugh, and they’ll cry. They will fuck and make love and rest their weary bones next to one another. Sometimes they’ll fight, no doubt, but they made vows they intend to keep. For all the words they exchanged at the altar, Dean took one thing away two years ago. It’s the main thing, honestly. The big thing. 

Later that night, under those heavenly hotel covers, the faithful man privately renews the vow he made back then as the angel snores away with his head tucked neatly away under Dean’s chin.

Wherever we go next, whatever life throws at us, I’ll have faith in your hand in mine.

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[sucker4sixx]

Raising hell

Pt:8

Plot: nikki turns and you see a side to him you thought was only reserved for people be hated

Warnings: fat shaming, body shaming, humiliation, vomit

You wake up still cuddled into nikkis cosy chest while he sleeps, you take the time to watch him, his handsome face showing peace that youve never quite seen him display before, it was a sunny day and you didnt have to play tonight.. it was seemed too good to be true.

Nikki wakes up 10 minutes later, rubbing his large hand over his face “hmm.. morning darlin” he says hoarsely, smiling down at you with a slightly puffy face from sleeping “morning nikki.. how did you sleep?” “Just fine.. just fine..” he sits up and looks around for his clothes, deciding wether or not to shove on his clothes from yesterday.

Once you are both up you decide to go down to breakfast but as soon as nikki sees his band sitting his attitude changes, he distances and straightens up, acting like he doesnt know your there. You sit on a table for two but watch as nikki loudly and ungraciously sits with his band, laughing and talking disruptively. You thought he was going to sit with you but you knew how much he wanted to keep you two on the downlow.

“Hey, whats with the fat chick anyway? What happened?” Vince asks loudly, wanting you to hear, nikki gulping nervously, knowing you could hear. “Just.. you know, tried to see how little her self respect could go and fucked the shame into her” he grins wide “and trust me.. her respect goes low, lower than i thought” your heart sinks completely “whats she like with no clothes on?” Tommy asks excitedly, nikki smiling so he can play off the situation “… fatter” the table laugh loudly and suddenly your plate doesnt look as good as it did so you leave, tears streaming down your face.

On your crying fit up to your hotel room you bump into stu “hey! Ive been meaning to talk to you about it you and nikki-“ “just shut the fuck up stu! No one cares!” You scream in his face, running to your hotel room. You shouldve listened to mel, maybe you were just a stupid little girl. Only an hour later your door was getting knocked and you could hear nikki urgently calling you from the other side.

“Babe.. baby just open the door.. please” you ignore him, thinking he would go away but he just tries the door handle more thinking it will change anything. You swing the door open “i am not your baby!” You point your finger in his face making him step back. “No, dont say that.. let me in we can talk about this” you scoff “about what? You calling me a fat bitch?”

“Babe i didnt call you a fat bitch-“

“you werent far off it!” He grabs your shoulders and forces himself in your room “you have to stop being so god damn sensitive!” He shouts and slams the door. “You are fat! Is it such a crime to point it out?!” He points to your belly, you look down and your size seems to grow by 1000 “im not fat! I only wear size 12!” He crosses his arms over his chest and you begin to cry, why does he care so much? Why is it such a big issue to him? “leave..” he quickly leaves, not wanting to deal with your tears.

When he leaves you hear his friends chuckling quietly in the hall way and noticed he had left a note on the floor, you pick it up and it reads “im sorry, they are behind this” it didnt change much, he still said it all and done it for his friends entertainment.

Two days later its time for the show, you arrive and hide into your dressing room instantly, not wanting anyone to see you. Your dressing room door knocks “hello? Who is it?” “Its nikki baby, i got us some snacks” you scoff “leave. Im not your baby.” He goes silent for a few seconds before you hear footsteps leaving your door. When it gets to your band preforming your not as energetic as usual and when it gets to snake eyed love you go to the side of the stage, nikki waiting beside your manager, you turn off the mic.

“Stu i dont wanna do the lap dance, im skipping it” stu shakes his head and nikki looks confused “no, you will do it. Your costing me money are you crazy?!” The wide man starts to get defensive and angry. “Nikki cmon” you dont even look at him, strutting back on stage with him.

“Hello!” You say to the crowd, smiling “so.. my friend nikki has been a very bad boy recently, very bad and i dont think he deserves the dance.. but, my manager told me to do it for the money so fuck it right?” The crowds cheering dies down alittle, its obvious your upset “sit.” You glare at nikki as he sits down, you park your ass right on his lap “lets hope i dont break your legs by being too fat” you whisper in his ear “right, start the music” you say into the mic, flipping round so your already facing nikki, grinding on him while gripping his hair with one hand. He frowns as he watches you knowing how much you hate him right now.

Once the song gets to the solo you move into nikkis ear “this is the last time this will happen.. i want nothing to do with you from now on” he shakes his head “no.. please dont say that” “i mean it.” You move back and his eyes are glassy as you continue to sing, his hands gripping and feeling your body to savour it once more.

When the song ends the crowd go crazy, you bow and leave the stage, ignoring stu as he screamed at you, mel trying to pull you aside, and nikki wanting to “talk things out” .You just keep walking faster and faster untill you clock back in and your alone, outside a night club. You walk in and within the next hour your feeling pretty drunk, shots and whiskey your go to.

Three hours later your drunkly stumbling around the hotel and get to your room, you look to nikkis room and decide “fuck it”

“Hello?” He opens the door sleepily, when he sees you his eyes wide “baby? Whats happened?” You scoff and stumble alittle “i wanted.. t-to.. tell you that..” you breathe heavily as you try to stay still, nikki helping you by holding your shoulders “y.. your mean.. and… “ you boak, needing to be sick. Nikki quickly runs you to his bathroom and ties your hair back “hey its okay..” he pats your back. “S-s.. stop.. being, so nice-“ you throw up in the toilet “where were you?” He asks, rubbing your back as you throw up “i-i.. dont know”

30 minutes later your no longer being sick and nikki washes your face and gives you water before helping you to his bed “n-no.. i wanna go.. to my room” your eyes flutter shut “no baby.. i need to keep an eye on you” he kisses your forehead and strokes your belly “am i really fat?” You begin to cry “no.. your curvy and i love your body i swear.. im so sorry” he turns his face away as if hes crying but your eyes are too heavy to stay up, falling asleep fast.

[trivialbob]

The main reason for our Wisconsin camping trip this past weekend was to see our friend and former Tumblr Jessica, her husband, and their new bar. 

But we had one other destination in mind.

Sheila and I like dive bars. We’d heard of a blue ribbon, class A, #1, Gold Medal dive bar in northern Wisconsin, not far from the shores of Lake Superior, that is a must-see. 

We drove an hour and a half north from Birchwood to the tiny town of Moquah. Along the way we passed countless rural roadside bars (RRB). We stopped at one for a bloody and chaser. My nice smile earned me a Spotted Cow instead of a Busch Lite for that five ounce beer that makes a bloody 48% happier.

At times I wonder if these small towns, where the bar to resident ratio is high, do they close some bars just so those employees have a chance to visit the rest of the bars in town? 

Anyway...

I present - The Plywood Palace.

We arrived at 12:10 PM. The door, held shut with a small Master padlock that wouldn't survive five seconds in Minneapolis or Chicago, should have been propped open at that point, but the owner was late. 

It’s not likely he reads Yelp or cares what it is, so no one wasted time bitching. We were far from 5G service anyway. 4G too. Even flip phones would not help so you’d better have a quarter for a pay phone if you want to call corporate and complain.

Several trucks and side-by-side ATVs were already there next to my truck. I bet there wasn’t a Prius within 100 miles of this place. Telslas likely are prohibited by local township rules.

We were all happy campers, waiting in that parking area. Everyone had a cooler. Some shared beer. We shared beef sticks from a meat shop we stopped at on the way there. One woman had bowls of dip and some chips. It was a block party in the sticks, next to a shack.

About an hour later the owner showed up. A man of few words, he mostly grunted “three bucks” or “six bucks,” depending on how many cans of Busch Lite a bar patron ordered. The money went into a mechanical cash register. Hey! You hippie over there, asking about Apple Pay, GTFO of here. Ka-ching.

We’d been advised to order canned beverages. There’s no running water at the Plywood Palace. Everyone followed that advice. No one dared order a bloody or an Old Fashioned. Or anything requiring ice. Or even a glass of water.

Sheila and I loved talking with everybody, hoisting Busch Lights to our parched lips as sunlight streamed through holes in the roof and walls before finally striking on the concrete and dirt floor.

Bras and signed dollar bills decorate what could be known to some as a ceiling.

The “ladies” room is a two-stall. Word has it that the women prefer one side over the other. You may see why. 

Sheila had a large package of baby wipes, because she plans ahead. Others were elated when she announced that anyone could help themselves to those clean, moist sheets.

Left stall:

Right stall:

This is the men’s room. It accommodates acres of full bladders. I found the little flowers to be a thoughtful touch.

Pollsters likely spend little time here.

Near the end of our visit I scrawled Sheila’s and my names on the wall with a Sharpie. I tried to buy a beer for the people who’d gladly opened their coolers to us before the bar opened, but they would have nothing of it. Friends share beer with friends, and we were all friends.

[u2fangirlie-blog]

50 Things for My 50th Birthday - Now With 10 Bonus Things!

50 Things for My 50th Birthday

A continuation of my 40 Things for 40 List, with 10 additional entries for 50. Plus 10 Bonus Things!

Originally written December 2013 on my 40th birthday. It's a list of bits of wisdom I wish I had known when I was younger. Every item has a story behind it. I don't know if this is original, intelligent, humorous, creative, interesting, or valuable to anyone other than myself. But it means something to me.

Maybe someday I'll write an annotated version of the list with the stories for each one. Then that would turn into a book. Maybe it's better to give short snippets and remain mysterious than to overshare everything. December 2023.

40 Things for my 40th Birthday: 12/2013

1. The Universe has a sense of humor which manifests itself as irony. Take time to stop and notice the big glowing neon signs that point to irony.

2. Karma, like gravity, is a force of nature. It does not discriminate. It balances your actions and consequences like balancing an equation.

3. It’s better to be single and alone than be in a bad relationship for the sake of being in a relationship.

4. See the patterns and interconnections - streams, veins in leaves, flowers, moss, agates, geodes, galaxies, calendars, time – it is beautiful and awesome.

5. Every day is different. If today is shitty, tomorrow will be shitty in a different way.

6. Look for the positive. Thousands of things go right every day.

7. Have a good work ethic. Do your best, but don’t let perfectionism interfere.

8. Know your history. Remember your ancestors and family. You could not be who and where you are without all of their hard work.

9. Don’t bite the hook.

10. Don’t feed the troll.

11. Remember Professor Remus Lupin’s Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons – Ridiculous, Expecto Patronum, and Chocolate.

12. Learn crafts – sewing, knitting, beading, etc. – it enriches life. It’s fun to give surprise presents to people.

13. Dream out loud at high volume. Turn it up to 11.

14. No good deed goes unpunished.

15. The Platinum Rule: Treat people how they want to be treated.

16. Always have 2 weeks’ supply of socks and underwear.

17. Invest in good bras. Your back and boobs will thank you later in life.

18. Always wear comfortable shoes. Your feet will thank you later in life.

19. Don’t waste time in front of the mirror. Save money. Cosmetics are optional.

20. Do not fester. To fester is bad. Don’t bottle things up for years. When you eventually explode, it only frightens, confuses, and pisses off the target of your nuclear blast, and innocent bystanders may be injured.

21. Don’t confuse lust for love. Lust and love are not the same thing. Don’t allow physical attraction to obscure reality. Ask questions. You might not like the answers but ask anyway.

22. Beware of charming men. They use sexual energy to get attention and evoke a reaction, like using glamour magic. The feeling is fleeting. It’s nothing special.

23. Don’t wait by the phone or the computer. When a man says, “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he probably won’t. He might intend to call, but he doesn’t know which tomorrow he means – 24 hours, 6 months, 8 years later. Don’t take it personally.

24. Diamonds are not a girl’s best friend. You don’t need a ring. A loving relationship is the real treasure.

25. U2 is the greatest rock ‘n roll band and “Achtung Baby” is the greatest rock ‘n roll album in the entire Universe.

26. You are your own worst enemy. You are the only enemy you will ever have. Stop listening to the Itty Bitty Shitty Committee.

27. You are your own best ally. You are the only ally you will ever have. Never betray yourself to others or to yourself.

28. It is what it is.

29. Chill the fuck out.

30. On the subject of Big Girl Panties: Pull them up. Deal with it, whatever it is. They can be She-Ra Princess of Power, Wonder Woman, or Tinkerbell Underoos. In times when you can’t pull up your Big Girl Panties, get some Coping Skills so you can deal with it. Use Coping Skills until the problem is solved or the situation subsides. Repeat as necessary. Coping skills will eventually become the New Normal way of dealing with it.

31. Learn as many life skills as you are capable of doing - housekeeping, home repairs, yard maintenance, gardening, cooking, car maintenance, etc. Be as self-sufficient as possible.

32. Know when to ask for help. Offer to help others too. Know when to hire professionals to do the job.

33. Felines are the best animals ever in the history of all species on Earth. Being a Crazy Cat Lady is wonderful. It’s the cats who are crazy.

34. Read everything. Read constantly. Develop highly effective writing and verbal skills. Clear communication is essential.

35. Book smarts, diplomas, and degrees are not an accurate measure of intelligence. Common sense, ability, skill, and experience are most important.

36. No one likes an insufferable know-it-all. Don’t correct others even if you are right – unless it is a life-or-death situation.

37. Practice mindfulness. Orient your perception to the meta level.

38. Be grateful and express gratitude.

39. Be compassionate, sympathetic, and empathetic – even to people you dislike or who dislike you. Everybody hurts. Everybody has bad days. Understand that.

40. Remember the reason why you had your ears pierced on your 30th birthday. Enjoy the small pleasures of life: favorite foods, scents, sights, sounds, clothes, jewelry, and all the pretty things. These are what the dead remember and desire the most.

50 Things for My 50th Birthday: 12/2023

41. Toxic Situations: Know when to get out on your terms while you still have options. Leave before they force you out. Otherwise, you could be left scrambling and everything is worse.

42. The Ultimate Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything is 42, obviously. (Thanks to Douglas Adams.) 42 is the atomic number of molybdenum. 42 divine beings, with Osiris, Ma’at, and Thoth in the Hall of Truth, judge souls before they enter the afterlife in Egyptian mythology.

43. Dialectical Behavior Therapy skills, motherfucker, do you use them? You spent 2 years in Fight Club. Strive to be skillful every day. The core skill sets are mindfulness, distress tolerance, emotional regulation, and interpersonal effectiveness. Remember your values. Remember Wise Mind. Remember Radical Acceptance.

44. Gaslighting: Discussing problems is complaining. Telling the truth is causing trouble. Explaining yourself is making excuses. Asking questions is undermining others, making others look bad, or challenging authority. Challenging hurtful comments is not knowing how to take a joke. Expressing emotional needs is neediness. Expressing emotions is seeking attention. Showing confidence and intelligence and using an above-average vocabulary is being a bitch, being a know-it-all, or flexing your education and experience.

45. You need people whether or not you like it. Remember the pandemic lockdown. Remember working from home for a year and a half. You thought you trained your whole life as an introvert for that historic moment and would be excellent at it. No. It was objectively bad. It was a disaster. You need people. Be a better daughter, sister, and friend to the people in your life.

46. People change for better or worse. People will drift in and out of your life. People grow apart. This is a natural part of life. Accept it.

47. Magical Thinking: It’s one thing to know better. It’s an entirely different thing to do better. This is stupid behavior. It doesn’t matter how smart you are, how hard you work, or how good your intentions are. It’s never going to work out how you want it to. It’s never going to get better. And no one cares. Accept responsibility for your part in it. Don’t make excuses. Do something different. Do better. Change.

48. “Do or do not, there is no try” is fundamentally bad advice. Yoda’s lesson led Luke to black-or-white thinking. What would Spock or Picard teach Luke about learning a new skill? Get up and do it again until you can do it or find another way to do it.

49. Everybody is sick of your shit. Everybody, including you, is sick of your shit.

50. On the subject of Giving a Fuck: You either give too many fucks or you never have enough fucks to give. You need to practice, as the internet meme says, “moderate fuck distribution.” Ask yourself when you truly feel like you have zero fucks to give, are you completely out of fucks? Can you have a fuck debt, have a negative number of fucks? Or does something magical happen? Like a mint in the bottom of your purse, like loose change between seat cushions, like a potato chip under the fridge, there is always one more fuck to give. Like a free play token or an extra life in video game, one more fuck will magically appear. That one magical fuck will be dirty, hard, bitter, and broken, but it will be there when you need it. That one magical fuck can be saved or given as needed until you can replenish your regular supply of fucks.

BONUS CONTENT: I have more than 10 things to add to the list of 50 things.

Life is unpredictable. I don’t know if I’ll live another 10 years to continue the list, so I’m writing 10 Bonus Things. Everyone loves free bonus things!

51. “If I don’t do what my parents want, they will be mad at me.” WHAT? Did you just say the quiet part out loud? Every decision in your life is based on it! How can you be in the fifth decade of your life on this planet? Are you even an adult?

52. You can’t be needy if you don’t have needs. Meet your needs for yourself. No one else will. If there’s the slightest stink of neediness on you, people will abuse and reject you.

53. Don’t have expectations of others. Don’t engage in wishful thinking. Stop wanting people to demonstrate their feelings or care for you in the way you want. They won’t. It’s never going to happen. If you ask for what you want, then you are needy or attention-seeking. Accept what they offer as they give it, even if doesn’t meet your expectations, even if it’s nothing. That may be the only thing they can offer or the only way they know how to express it.

54. Most of being an adult is lying to everyone that everything is okay and that you are fine, when in reality your life is an unbearable mess, and you are not anywhere close to being okay.

55. Nothing you do is ever good enough for others. You’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t. It never changes.

56. “Use it or lose it.” You refused to believe it until you quit using it and you lost it. You don’t need to look in the mirror to see it. How does your body feel? Get up, girl, and use it.

57. No one gets out of here alive. Prepare for your death. Don’t leave the burden of your funeral plans, estate, and debts to your family, friends, or strangers. If you worked on projects or created things with other people, include it in your will. Your legacy, and that of others, literally could be thrown away. If you don’t tell people what you want, they will get it wrong. Then you’ll have to come back and haunt the fuck out of those people.

58. There’s no escaping your past, especially with family. They remember everything. Every obnoxious thing you did as a teenager. Every time you freaked out. Every time you had a bad day. Every mistake you made. Every mental health breakdown. It doesn’t matter how hard you work to change and overcome your problems. You’ll always be that past worst version in their minds, and they’ll hold it against you forever.

59. Your family is never going to forgive you for getting a degree in English. It’s always going to come down to their misperception that you are nitpicking and correcting them when you’re not. They’re going to throw it in your face like a glass of ice water.

60. Remember the “Litany Against Fear” from Dune. You memorized it when you were 15 years old. It still works.

[the-feminist-filipino-fangirl]

Climb In: A Rottmnt Fanfic

Author’s note: So… I may have seen a really cute comic about baby Donnie letting Mikey sleep with him after a nightmare, and that combined with my emotional crisis of taking my writing too seriously and 13 straight hours on a plane led to the creation of this adorable little fic. Anyways, enjoy some turtle piles. Spoilers, of course

10 years ago

It was nighttime and Leo laid alone in his bed, squirming like a kid that had too much energy. Probably because he was one. Right before bedtime, he and his brothers had watched the coolest Jupiter Jim movie ever! There was so much action, and fighting scenes! It was awesome!!! The only problem was that it made the turtle tot way too hyper, making falling asleep much harder than usual.

Soon, the silence and his inability to sleep became too much for Leo. Wrapping his blanket tighter around him, the six-year-old hopped out of bed and scurried off in search of comfort, undeterred by his pitch black surroundings.

The little slider stopped outside his older brother’s room. He needed someone to comfort him and this was the first place that came to mind. Leo tiptoed inside. “ Raphie?” he whisper shouted. “Raph.”

The young snapping turtle groaned softly, emerging from his pile of stuffies. “What is it Leo?” Raph muttered, not unkindly.

“I can’t sleep.”

The night was quiet for a second. Raph smiled softly, schooching over and fixing his teddy bears to make room for his brother. “Climb in,” Raph said, patting the spot on the bed.

Beaming, Leo waddled over as fast as he could, dragging his blanket behind him. He hopped into the bed, snuggling close to his older brother. Raph’s arms wrapped around him protectively, hugging Leo like he was one of his teddy bears.

Leo loved the feeling of being hugged by Raph. Even though they were both cold-blooded, Raph was nice and warm, probably thanks to the heat of his stuffed animals. The slider closed his eyes, burying his head into Raph’s chest.

“Goodnight Raphie,” Leo murmured, his brother’s embrace already lulling him to sleep.

“Goodnight Leo.”

When Splinter came to wake them up the next morning, the two of them were still cuddled together, melting the rat man’s heart. He snapped a photo or two to use as blackmail when they were older before leaving the room, letting the brothers rest.

Present Day

1 week after the Kraang Invasion

The world was a wasteland, his surroundings cold, dark and empty. He is hurt. His whole body felt like one giant bruise. Why does it hurt so much? He wants it to stop.

Something was in his hand. Something light and worn. He gripped it with all his might. Warm liquid, tears, streamed down his face. Out of the darkness came a blinding red light, accompanied by a voice.

“WIPE THAT GRIN OFF YOUR FACE”

A powerful explosion shook the empty space he was in. He was thrown back and-

Leo gasped, sitting up straight. His heart was booming in his ears. The images if the Kraang and the prison dimension faded as he looked around his room, taking note of the things there. He looked at his Jupiter Jim posters, then his comic book collection. Then he looked down at his lap, gripping the blue bedsheets in his hands.

He sighed. “It was a dream,” he whispered to himself, clearly shaken. “It was just a dream.”

Leo let out a shaky exhale. He brought his knees to his chest, burying his face in them. It didn’t feel like one though. To him, it was as if he was back in the Prison Dimension, exhausted and terrified, knowing full well he was about to die.

Leo tried several breathing exercises in an effort to calm himself down. None of them worked. Comfort, he needed comfort and fast.

That’s when he heard a startled yell from inside the lair. Leo half jumped out of his bed, ready to fight when he realized where the sound was coming from. It was from Raph’s room. He probably just woke up from a nightmare too.

Leo paused, an old memory resurfacing. He smiled. Hopping out of bed, he picked up his blanket and walked out of the room.

In his own bedroom, Raph was sitting at the edge of his bed, breathing heavily. He shut his eyes, trying to block out the images and memories that kept plaguing him: the sound of his shell breaking, the feeling of Kraang tentacles worming themselves into his eye sockets, his inner voice screaming as his possessed body dangled Leo by the neck, and of course, the explosion of light in the sky as his idiot brother closed the portal, trapping himself in the prison dimension to save them.

Leo approached his brother’s door quietly, softly knocking to announce his arrival. Raph looked up. Even in the dark, Leo could see the exhaustion in his brother’s eyes.

“Hey,” Leo said gently, leaning against the door. “Nightmare?”

Raph nodded, slumping forward a bit.

Leo bowed his head. “Yeah…” he said, letting loose an awkward chuckle. “Me too.”

The words hung in the air for a second, the atmosphere silent. Leo cleared his throat, looking down at his feet. “Hey, um, can I…” he trailed off, clutching his blanket tighter. “Can I sleep with you tonight? Like we used to? I don’t wanna be alone.”

At his brother’s words, Raph’s face lit up ever so slightly. He smiled softly. “Yeah, me neither,” he agreed. The snapping turtle inched back to make more room. He smiled. “Climb in.”

Leo practically flew to the bed, a streak or two of blue Ninpo following behind him. Right when he landed, Raph scooped him up in a bear hug, extracting a laugh from the slider. They landed on the mattress with a huge thud. Now they were both laughing.

Still trapped in the bear hug, Leo curled up against Raph’s plastron. It was just as warm as he remembered. He was tempted to touch the crack left behind by the Kraang before thinking better of it and keeping his hands folded to his own plastron.

But, Raph read his mind. “I’m guessing you dreamt about the same thing I did,” he muttered, his baritone voice gravely.

Leo kept quiet. He just nodded into Raph’s chest.

The red turtle let out a soft, bitter laugh. “Yeah, I thought so.”

No words were needed in that moment. Leo just buried his head deeper into Raph’s plastron. Raph, in turn, tightened his arms around his little brother. No nightmares could get them now.

They stayed like that for a few minutes until light footsteps came padding down the hall. “Turtle pile!” Mikey’s voice exclaimed softly, his eyes lighting up. “Can I join?”

Leo turned to look at the orange turtle. ��Get in here, hermano!” he called, grinning, his good humor having returned.

Grinning, Mikey launched himself onto his brothers, earning an oof from Raph. He retracted his legs into his shell as he squirmed his way into Raph’s bear hug, right next to Leo.

“Better not kick me in your sleep,” Leo teased, rubbing Mikey’s bald head.

“Hey!” Mikey retorted, trying not to laugh. “Fine, I’ll keep my legs inside my shell the whole time.”

That’s when Donnie decided to come in, noticeably missing his signature eyebrows. “Reserve a spot for me!” his twin singsonged as he waltzed over to the bed, claiming Raph’s back and using his shell as a mattress. Donnie’s soft shell nestled surprisingly well against Raph’s spiky one.

Leo smiled to himself. Sweet Pizza Supreme, he loved his family.

Raph let out a massive yawn, exposing his snaggletooth as well as his other teeth. “Goodnight, guys,” he sighed, pulling them all closer.

“Sleep tight!” Mikey chirped.

“If anyone snores, they get punched,” Donnie called from his spot on Raph’s shell.

Leo rollled his eyes, unable to keep the smile off his face. “Fair enough,” he said, closing his eyes.

The turtles all fell asleep in seconds, comforted by each other’s presence. It’s safe to say that none of the brothers had anymore nightmares that night.

The Next Day:

“ARE YOU TAKING PHOTOS OF US!?!?”

“POPS!!!”

“HEY, ONLY I CAN COLLECT BLACKMAIL ON MY BROTHERS!!!”

“GET THE PHONE!!!!!”

The End

[thehomebodydiaries]

homebody diaries .002.

the amount of reading that i’ve been doing lately makes me think of when i first discovered booktube: i learned about all these popular books and i was broke for like a consistent year because i wouldn’t stop buying books, but i only made like $9/hr. even now, with a full-time job that pays me almost twice that much, i still don’t know why that worked out for me. it definitely should not have.

anyway, yesterday was “free comic book day” and a local comic store gave me a bag of like sixteen free comics, and then i turned around and spent $80 on more comics. it also reminded me that i had two comics in my favorite series that i haven’t read yet. so i’ve got volumes 10 and 11 of “saga,” and yesterday i purchased the first volumes of “deadly class” and “something is killing the children,” as well as junji ito’s manga interpretation of mary shelley’s “frankenstein,” and then “old man logan,” which is about an elderly wolverine (whose healing capabilities are faltering) who gets picked up by an old hawkeye. it’s what inspired the movie logan, which is objectively speaking the only good x-men movie (do not come for me, i watched those movies for the first time in release date order like last month ago, and i am lowkey way more into the x-men than i am the rest of the marvel heroes, save for like agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.). i also received a package in the mail containing the fifth book in one of my favorite series: the witchlands series by susan dennard. oh my god, and i started the wayward children series by seanan mcguire and it’s so good. and i’m waiting on two more books in the mail, both for my bookclub.

i am so content with it too. i am doing it because i love reading and it brings me joy. plus, who doesn’t love some easy escapism? same reason i love video games.

speaking of which, i gotta start a farm with some friends. there have been so many updates and i haven’t played the pc version of it in so long. maybe i’ll convince a few of them to let me stream it. that, and palworld. i’m just not sure when i should start streaming; it feels like i have so much left to do, but it also feels like i’m not doing anything at all. so i might have to try streaming for 3-4 hours on my days off, with or without friends. my problem when it comes to streaming is that i’m my own boss, so not following through with a schedule doesn’t really have any consequences. but i really gotta get that started, otherwise i feel like i’ll never get around to it. it certainly would be nice to eventually make some extra money off of it. thought i wanted to be a val streamer, but i shockingly haven’t even really touched the game since i moved into my new place.

izzy and i watched four movies in a day on friday: mr. and mrs. smith, bullet train, baby driver, and everything everywhere all at once. all of them were so good, although everything everywhere all at once was… interesting. like the whole overall message of it is great and everything, like we love old traditional parents learning how to accept the things they can’t control about their child, but like… the buttplugs. wow. what a scene. (and that is all i’ll say on that; if you know, you know.)

i’m working on a linktr.ee with all my currently active and soon-to-be active accounts, which includes tumblr, discord, snapchat, and twitch. i was thinking about making a patreon, but i feel like i should gather an audience before i attempt managing another account. i already hate social media as it is which is why i only have what i have… we’ll see where it goes.

anyway, it was a solid weekend. i’m still tired, but i did drink quite a bit at a party last night and now i’ve got five days of work ahead of me, and my coworkers alone make that exhausting. but i’ve got lots of reading and writing to do to keep myself relaxed in between moments of masking (totally gonna be the name of my autobiography), especially once the new bookclub pick arrives. i’ll try not to be too miserable by tuesday.

[cafeacademia]

Getting lost with derek... (and it was defenetly not his fault nor was it on purpose🤨)

Ahem yes definitely not his fault

You had asked Derek to go out for a picnic and his famous last words before getting you both lost were "I know a great spot"

Yes, well that 'great spot' seemed to be as lost as you and Derek were when he parked the car and walked you out into the woods all while saying "it's just up ahead" for about 10 minutes

You were still deep in the forest and that spot was no where to be found and neither of you could remember which way the car was...

But he maintained it was not his fault

You still had the picnic in the forest, it was beautiful and the sun filtered in through the tree canopy above you in pretty golden streams

You spent the better part of an hour enjoying your picnic despite being very lost

You even found a little swing tied to a tree and you stayed for a while, Derek gently pushing you on the swing while you chatted about anything and everything on your minds

There was something kind of nice about being in the middle of no where and in no big rush to do anything

But eventually, you decided, as clouds drew in and it looked as if it might rain soon that it was time to try and find your way back to the car

Oh how both of you wished you'd just gone to the place you had asked for

"What was that great spot anyway?" You asked as you tried to navigate your way back, Derek swearing he'd seen that tree before

"It's by a creek, it's real pretty." He told you

Thankfully, Derek had been right about the tree he recognised (much to his own surprise, not that he would tell you that)

You weren't sure who was more relieved when you finally caught sight of the car through the trees

Before either of you could make it back to the car though, the rain came down in a sudden downpour and you both ran to the car to take shelter

Climbing in, you were both wet, but thankfully not completely soaked

Derek turned the heat on so you wouldn't catch a cold and leaned over to kiss you

There was something kind of romantic about being out on the side of the forest in the pouring rain under the shelter of the car

"Maybe we should get lost more often baby girl."

"Then you can navigate more often." You quipped back

You knew that as soon as you got home, you were both going to have a hot shower and Derek was going to tease the hell out of you for that little quip

But you loved it

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Kenma hanging out with his 6 month old baby because her mom went to work (training is very rough now!!)

9:00 AM

“ Kenma!”

“ yes babe?”

He asks leaving the bedroom.

“ Are you really busy today?? I can’t leave karrie (THATS HER NAME OKAY) to kuro cause he said he’ll be having a meeting, and akaashi said his mental health is lower than the gas prices so he can’t take care of a child right now, but anyways can you take care of her??”

“ sure babe. I just have to go to some proposals and meetings and stream until 11pm.”

“Okay! I’ll be home around 6:30 be responsible kenma!”

“ Bye! say bye karrie.”

Your husband gets his daughter’s hand and makes a wave motion.

(Baby Karrie’s POV)

10:00 AM

You’re stuck in an uncomfortable baby seat in a car where the air freshener smells like cake.

You wail.

“ whats wrong sweetheart? C’mere”

your dad then lowers the air conditioning (he thinks it’s getting too cold and he unfortunately forgot to bought an extra blanket) (you threw up on the first one)

“ Okay we’re here. If anyone looks at you weirdly just wail at their faces.” He chuckles.

“ okay everyone, what’s up? What’s the new idea?”

“ KENMA IS THAT UR KID? OH MY GOD SHE LOOKS LIKE YOU SO MUCH.” Hinata says.

 “ SEE? SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL” kuro adds.

 “ We’re getting a little bit off-topic here guys.”

Akaashi says.

“ Can we get mcdonalds?” Bokuto asks.

“ Can you all tell me why I’m here instead of making my wailing daughter go to bed??”

“ CAN WE ADD SPARKLY CAPES TO OUR UNIFORMS??”

Bokuto asks.

“ THAT WOULD BE SO COOL CAN WE DO THAT?”

Hinata adds.

“ first off, stop yelling you’re scaring my child, second, you guys are volleyball players not superman.”

“ anything else?”

Kenma asks, getting impatient yet his daughter was chewing on the blonde tips of his hair.

“ CAN WE DO AN AD?” Bokuto says.

“For?”

“ IDK ANYTHING ELSE?”

You see your father touching the bride of his nose.

You kept on babbling random things until-

“ dada??”

“Yes- wait what?” 

“ Oh my GOD! SHE SAID HER FIRST WORD!” Bokuto screams.

“ I am so proud of that baby!” 

Kuro says.

Akaashi fell asleep on the table while hinata broke the water dispenser (its leaking on the floor) bokuto’s drawing on the whiteboard explain how having sparkly capes on uniforms would make their performance better (newsflash he most likely would trip on them)

12:00 PM

(Lunch!)

“ I’m getting hungry and those guys wasted OUR time when we could be playing games, wanna eat fruits and lunch??”

You pointed to the chips.

“ these?? I don’t think you can have these.. but heres a peice of orange.”

(Kenma’s Point of View)

1:00pm

“ We’re finally home, thank goodness, you tired sweetheart?”

You put your tired daughter on the crib, it’s nice seeing her be peaceful for a while. she looks like her beautiful mother.

As the computer opens, you post an announcement saying you’ll be streaming at 4PM ( hoping your daughter is awake by then)

2:00 PM

(Kenma’s POV)

As you prepare to stream (updating games, preparing snacks and water also 3 cans of energy drinks and somehow a bag of chips bigger than your daughter)

You get a phone call.

“ Hey honey!”

“ hey babe? Hows work?”

“ Yeah it’s good, its just that-“

You hear what’s probably sakusa and atsumu screaming at each other, kageyama and hinata not agreeing to a single thing, and bokuto on the corner who managed to squeeze himself there.

“ Y’know you could quit, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“ silly. I can’t! I like this job, these idiots are my friends, and so are yours too.”

“ I got to go babie! Bye!”

“Bye.” You say dropping the call.

3:00 PM

Just an hour left, you started the stream with a timer popping up (R THOSE RIGHT I SEE PEEPS ON TWITCH DOING THOSE)

Getting all the stuff you need on a small table next to your desk, You kinda feel lonely, your daughter is sleeping and your wife is hanging out with her friends.

“She’s better with me.”

“I miss her so much.”

4:00 PM

(kenma’s pov)

“ she’s not awake yet? That’s weird.”

You check on your daughter on the other room ( she’s still there don’t worry)

“ that’s rare.”

As the stream starts everyone and the chat goes loud.

“ hey guys. What’s up?”

After 30 minutes of being focused on a game, you check up on your daughter again.

“ She’s still asleep?? Is this even normal? She’s not crying as if we’re cooking her alive??? wow!”

He goes back to the room.

“ sorry to keep you guys waiting. Let’s continue this.”

stancats4: Why do you keep on leaving the room??

You see the question, you get a bit irritated by this question yet answer by:

“ Just busy taking care of someone special. That’s all” you smile.

The chat somehow goes wild with you smiling, this is how far they can get with you anyways.

5:00 PM

( Kenma’s POV)

 “ She’s still asleep?? Wow.” 

You’re looking at your peaceful daughter, who’s been sleeping for 4 hours now.

It’s getting lonely, you miss them both even if they’re near.

As the last game comes to an end, you ask the chat what to play next?

“ this is like the last chapter what else do you guys wanna play??”

matchalatte: you should play animal crossing!

You squint your eyes to see the suggestion

“ animal crossing?? Sure i guess.”

Moments after joining the game you hear a famillar sound.

Your daughter was crying from the other room.

You rushed there.

“ hey baby, had a great nap didn’t you?? Come here with me.”

( here’s where more chaos starts.)

“ Okay guys, let’s continue.”

“ No karrie- thats my CPU that heats up, you’ll get hurt. No- karrie!”

(He’s not mad dw)

“ what are you pointing to??”

She’s pointing to the can of energy drink.

“ You can’t have that, anyways eat this.”

You paused the game.

Your daughter ends up crying really loud.

“ What’s wrong?, this isn’t even expired.”

You taste the baby food (just checking if its still good ofc)

 “ what the- YUCK. If i was an 8 month old baby and they told me to eat this, I’d cry louder than you, let’s get you nicer food.”

He brings his laptop, and then goes to the kitchen.

“ Okay you like bananas right? Let’s mush them with honey”

after minutes of doing the work you spoon feed your daughter. 

“ Okay guys, might aswell end this. Bye for now.”

He ended it early because he thought his daughter was getting tired and scared of the webcam.

6:00 PM

As the blue sky slowly and slowly fades, you craddling your daughter, knowing this won’t last forever.

Yes she’ll always be your daughter you think, but will she always need you? Will she ever call one day and tell you how was her day? Will she ever remember you when she has a family of her own? 

This sounds like he’s overthinking yet, he just likes to think how he’s enjoying every moment because all of this, everything that surrounds him, will never last forever.

He hears the doorknob jingle a bit.

“I’m home!” (Y/N says)

“ how’s our sweet cherry??”

 “ she’s doing good, just good.”

Shout out to Venn for keeping the live action headcanons rolling 🥰

[vannahmontannah]

"ROOF! ROOF!"

"Ugh! Milo! Shut up! Fuck is you even barking for, bruh?"

Yeah, yeah...another day. Ugh! He probably barking because he needs to go out to the relief area. Sometimes I wish he could do it himself and come back.

I get up outta bed—ya already know how that junk go. No need to explain even further than that.

Anyway, it's a big day at the dealership. We get a handful of new cars in today and me being the BEST salesman there is, you know how I handle things. I don't just wear no suit to work. I got it like that to wear I can wear a certain outfit and still look presentable, you know what I'm sayin'? But I do wear my identification.

I hop in the shower, eat a lil bit of food, feed my dog, and get ready for the day. I checked my notifications to see if my boys got some going on and then I dip out. Every time I go outside, I get stopped for some compliments here and there and I truly appreciate it. I love all the love I receive. But do I got a girl? Why you in my business?

**Bzz! Bzz!

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Good morning,"

"Wassup?"

"Do you think you can send me $300?"

"For what?!"

"Well, I need it to go shopping,"

"Naomi, why don't you get a job, girl?"

"You know I'm trying! But, really wanna go out this weekend. You know I never beg,"

"Never? I wanna see what your 'barely' looks like,"

"Please, Duke? I promise I'm looking,"

"Just request it and I'll accept it. You know I can help you find some,"

"I'm good. I believe my friend is helping me out with streaming,"

"It's gone take time and dedication,"

"I'm fully aware,"

"But I'm on my way to work. I'll send it when I get there,"

"Thank you. Have a good day!"

"You too,"

~~~~~~~~~~~

I arrive at the gig and there was like 27 new cars on the lot! I can spot them that easily. It was some more still coming in. We get some used cars a lot too, but it kind of takes away from the new cars we have and receive. I parked my car and hopped out. Everyone at my job is cool for the most part and I have no issues with them. At least I don't think so. If it ain't addressed, keep it on the playground. Simple.

"If it ain't the fashion God himself!" My manager greeted.

"Sup, Michael,"

"Hey! We gone have a busy day today. Be prepared for this one. 6 new SRT's, 7 Mustangs, 5 Mercedes Benz, 10 Kia's and a few others. Shop opens in an hour and I have to get all of this shit filed. Fuck!"

"You need some help?"

"Nah, I got it. Hey, I was looking through the appointment list and saw a well-known name pop up. Got any idea who Justin Barker is?"

"I think he's another streamer if I'm not mistaken. He also does music on the side, but I'm not too big on him. He coming in?"

"I guess so. I see him right here. Purchasing a brand new 2024 Kia EV9,"

"Whew! Hella money dropped on a car,"

"Yeah, but if you can keep up with the payments, you good. You go and get settled and imma finish getting things in order,"

"Bet,"

~~~~~~~~~~

It's another loud morning at Justin's house per usual. Sometimes he's up and working on some music, but he tends to forget there's other people in the house. He's drumming, playing the guitar, cursing because he can't get a certain tune right, and so forth. Zuri, his girlfriend, is irritated by the constant disruption and urges he takes a break!

"Goddamit! Fuck, man! I can't get this right!" Justin curses.

"Justin! Oh my gosh, babe! Calm down!"

"I'm sorry, I just...I just get so stressed, like, I know I can do better than this!"

"I believe in you, Justin, but we have to think about other people in the house when it comes to noise. I don't mind you playing the guitar, but the theatrics has to stop. Please!"

"I'll work on it,"

"And you better stick to it. What you working on anyway?"

"A new song I've been meaning to put out for some time now and I just get so stuck on the damn chorus and even some times the bridges. I feel lost..."

"Since when has my baby ever been lost?"

"This song is just...personal,"

"Well, you have to take your time and let the art come to you,"

"Tried that,"

"Maybe that's a sign for you to take a break then,"

"I can't do that!"

"Yes you can. Your audience will understand,"

"This is how I make my living! I'm at this every other if not every day,"

"Justin, if this means a lot to you then you have to feel your work. Take time off for you! And besides, don't you have a car to get today? Focus on that instead,"

"Yeah, you're right. Almost forgot about that fucking car. Let's not waste money and hurry and get it!"

"There's the happy and energetic Justin I know! Let's go get our new whip,"

"Our?"

"Well, yours...yours works too,"

"You have a car,"

"Okay, well damn! I can't be supportive?"

"You can. Let's just forget it and just get the car,"

"Whatever you say,"

~~~~~~~~~~~

"This is a 2020 Kia Sol—" I said.

"Ain't these the cars that be getting jacked a lot?" The customer said.

"They may be getting jacked, but they can get jacked with this heat pack, for sure!" The co-signer added.

"I don't know, son. These are high risk cars,"

"Anything is good for right now dad. I got this. Plus this is the newer model. Im good,"

"You sure you want this?"

"Yes,"

"Okay, man, we'll take it," the dad said.

"Alright, just step back inside and we can get you started from there," I said, leading back indoors.

"Dennis! Just the guy I was trying to see," Micheal said.

"Wassup?"

"Just got off the phone with Justin and he said he's pulling up. He's changing his mind about the EV9 and wants to look around to see if there's any other options. You think you can take him for me? I got a bigger situation right now,"

"I would, but I'm doing someone right now,"

"I'll have Garrett take over for you. I'll even add this to your check,"

"Fine with me. That's the car they getting right there,"

"Gotcha. Thanks again,"

"You good,"

I've watched a few of Justin's videos before. Guy has some talent, but he can do too much at times. He can even come off as arrogant and obnoxious. Heard he had a girl, but I rarely lay any attention to that. But if he does, how on Earth does she deal with him?

I got a text from sis and she sent me pictures of her shopping with my money. I don't appreciate this. She betta get a job before I sue for all money sent. Reporting to the FBI for scamming and trafficking if she ask for one more thing. Watch!

Some time goes by and I see a black Porsche drive into the lot. Windows are tinted, so I can't really see inside. He parked right in front of the glass doors too. Who does this guy really think he is?

He comes out the car and walks straight inside. But, there's another person in the car. The door opens and a woman comes out, shaking her head. He had a whole woman in the car and didn't open the door? WHAT?! They both come in and start looking around. Boy am I gonna have a field day.

"Hello! Welcome to the dealership! My name is Dennis and you must be Justin,"

"Yes, sir. Nice to meet you,"

"Vis versa. Heard you're looking for a new car?"

"Yeah, man. I just wanna see my options. I'm looking for something...exotic, but smooth. Something that's made for cruising, but still luxurious. You know?"

"I got just what you need. Follow me this way. Good morning, ma'am,"

"Good morning!" She smiled.

I smiled back. It was a reflex guys! Anyways, let's see what this dude want and hurry up and get him out the way. I take them to the side where most of the expensive cars are, but he can get a really good price on them if his credit is right.

"Ight! So out here are the 2023 Challenger SRT's. They run from around $55,000 to $87,000. The newer model Ranges are over here and they start at $100,000. Over here are the 2023 Phantom Rolls Royce's and these start at $500,000. SRT's are pretty loud, but the ladies love 'em. Range Rovers are pretty chill and comfortable, bringing that nice cool vibe. Royce's give you that luxury experience and have you feeling and looking good,"

"What about that Aston Martin over there?" Justin pointed.

"Oh, these! These are one of our best sellers as well. Starting off at $185,000 with a down payment of $4,000 a month if you don't wanna pay in full. This one has 542 to 697 horsepower, 9-speed automatic, all-wheel drive, and a 3 year warranty. The interior has black and blue leather seats, 7 over head lights, Bluetooth speakers, and it seats 5 people in total,"

"Hmm...I think I kinda like this one. You said up to 697 horsepower?"

"Yup,"

"Mmm...what you think, babe?"

"I love it! You seem to be interested in this one the most," she smiled.

"Yeah. I think imma go with this one,"

"Alright. Step on inside and we can get you started,"

"You need my ID and stuff?"

"Yeah,"

"Uh, Michael said I can just come and take it. Drive it off the lot,"

"Hold on. Let me check,"

I took out my phone to call Michael because what the hell is going on here. He ain't even pay yet!

"Yeah?" Michael answered.

"Hey, I got Justin here. He said that you said he can take the car and go?"

"No, he needs to get his background first, pay and then leave,"

"He said you need to pay and then leave," I said.

"Do ya not know who I am?"

Oh he one of those. I should have known.

"Regardless of that, you still have to follow the same procedures as everybody else, man,"

"Justin, just do what the man says, please?" Zuri asked, rolling her eyes.

"I'm just saying. I have a status. You know this, Zuri,"

"Justin, not today,"

After some time past, I was finally able to get this mother fucker off my hands. One of those privileged white kids I see. I can't believe she puts up with that. Another self-centered human being.

[vootrunner]

So turns out irkens werent the only race from IZ that'd get inevitably slorped up into the tangled monster hell web of my oc universe worldbuilding, whaddya know, anyway please enjoy all this stuff I made up in the span of an hour and a half on a single stream of conciousness for funsies (and I promise you theres more in my brain, I am just tired)

[Pardon if its a bit scuffed, this is literally the first time I've ever drawn vortians during my entire 10-year-plus run as an IZ fan]

And as a treat, im gonna throw some extras under a read more that I had no room/no visual for on the thingy

- Their lifespans are very similar to Irkens, ranging from 800 to 1,000 years give or take

- I imagine their skin to feel kinda like, weird caterpillars, smooth and squishy with a weird slight layer of fuzz

- Speaking of bugs I mentioned molting like once but theres 2 of them (baby -> child then child -> adult), and they annually shed their skin but only on their head thingys (I like to think they just start rubbing their heads on stuff like deer trying to get the felt off of their antlers)

- They also have a weird reflection in their eyes that vuagely shows where they're looking like Irkens do, but the long and short of that is I didn't feel like drawing it a hundred times

- Another similarity to irkens is the lack of eyebrows, and substituting the gap in emotional expression with their "antennae", or fleshy, head, things, yknow (i still dont have a good name for those can you tell)

And I think thats all im gonna drop here for now, its like, 4:30 in the morning as im posting this guaghg