#basically flipping off the school board by doing this now

[temiizpalace]

☆┊MONOPOLY? MONOPOLY.

SUMMARY: monopoly. the game infamous for destroying friendships and relationships. it wouldn’t hurt to play a game or two, right? how do your acquaintances suffer during the game?

CHARACTERS: all dorms (+grim)

GENRE: fluff, crackfic

WARNINGS: cursing

PLATONIC or ROMANTIC, PLATONIC ORTHO + GRIM

NOTES: my sister punched me in the stomach cause i bought her property

reader gender is not specified, reader is yuu

SPENT THE ENTIRETY OF THE GAME IN JAIL

no matter what they did, no matter how many times they wished to try, they always landed in jail. even when he’s finally free after seven knows many turns, he’ll pick up a card, and it says go to jail. jeez, what did he do?! this game sucks, i don’t see the appeal. is he so much of a bad guy the game wants to keep him locked up forever? its hurting his feelings. why do you want to keep playing?? can he just quit? he doesn’t wanna play anymore. fine. he’ll keep playing. just make sure you win or else you’ll get an earful..

spoiler alert: you lose and now he’s disappointed

riddle, deuce, jack, malleus, silver

LAUGHS LIKE AN EVIL VILLAIN WHEN SOMEONE LANDS ON THEIR PROPERTY

oh dear, how poor and unfortunate are you? such a shame really. oh well! fork over the cash, prefect! it’s nothing personal, just a simple game of monopoly. you can spare a couple hundreds, couldn’t you? surely you weren’t planning on winning, right? all is fair in love and war they say! he’ll make it up to you later, but it’s just better to pay— what’s that? no money? BANKRUPT? how sad. you snooze ya lose. better luck next time, you were no match to begin with. he’ll take what’s left, thanks! much appreciated 🫶🫶

he’s just competitive he’s sorry please don’t hit him with the board please— NONO WAIT—

ace, ruggie, azul, jade, jamil, epel, idia, lilia, grim

IS HOARDING ALL THE LITTLE HOUSES

they’re so cute! not very detailed, but he can make a nice village out of them! oh. you need them for the game? can’t you use.. something else? please let him keep them. if you want them back you’ll have to pry them from his cold dead hands. here, use these thumbtacks! they basically look like houses! why’s he so attached to the tiny plastic primary colored houses from this game? unsure, but he likes em. hands off <3

if you play on the floor watch your step

deuce, cater, floyd, kalim, rook, sebek, grim

USING THEIR WAD OF MONOPOLY MONEY AS A FAN

at first, this game seemed.. childish. however, who is he to say no to victory? just look at all the currency he holds in the palm of his hand, practically basking in wealth. tsk, tsk, wipe that pouty face off of your face prefect. he’s just playing the game after all. not his fault you can’t save your money. my, my, it’s getting hot! excuse him as he fans himself off with his hundred dollar bills. he would share if he can, but it looks like his hands are full. needless to say, he is suffering from success over here.

ace, cater, leona, ruggie, azul, jade, floyd, jamil, vil, epel, idia, ortho, lilia, grim (they all on my list. better watch themself)

BRINGS UP PERSONAL SHIT DURING AN ARGUMENT OVER PROPERTY

will bring up moments from each others past mid-argument cause they’re just petty like that. don’t look at him like that! not his fault you decided to ramble about your middle school days— HEY. DONT YOU DARE BRING UP HIS BABY PHOTOS. NO. NOT THE PHOTO. NONONONONONONONONO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

pieces are in fact flung to the ground

ace, leona, azul, epel, sebek, grim

ABOUT TO FLIP THE BOARD

barely holding it together. he is this close to just grabbing the board and throwing it to the ground. he wants to tear up the currency and toss it down the paper shredder while screaming his lungs out. this game is absolutely SHIT. don’t ever bring it in his sights again, he will lose it.

riddle, jamil (depends), epel, sebek, grim

TRYING TO PLAY NORMALLY

it’s just a game guys, relax. sure, it’s not ideal, but let’s not try stabbing each other over a simple game of dice and money? seriously, it’s not that deep. as long as you’re playing together, he’s having a fun time. that’s all that really matters to him in the end! you’re having fun, he’s having fun, it’s a win-win. while chaos ensues, he’s pretty good at being levelheaded and the voice of reason so hopefully it doesn’t blow up in his face.

trey, jack, silver

A/N: monopoly almost got my cousin divorced fun game 10/10 would play again. so many fics in the draft hopefully they come out soon 🧌🧌🧌

date published: 8/20/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[augustus-rok]

Nebula AU

Maybe I'll write a fic for this, maybe i won't, but here are the basics. Also if this inspires you to write something chuck me a tag cause I wanna see it.

Set during older/later high school rather than freshman year for Danny. However the portal accident still happened at the canon time.

Ghosts are more or less invisible with out tools or certain contamination levels. This also applies to general noise they make, they have to focus extra to be heard by humans. Typically yelling only equates to a whisper when right next to someone if you're a ghost.

As Danny doesn't become a hero immediately and gets to settle into himself first, his ghost form reflects more his track towards being an astronaut. Aesthetic more along the lines of solar flares and start dust. When ghost do actually come through the portal with intent to do harm he gets a helmet and thick gloves and has a sort of jacket layer over top. I imagine that his ghost form suffers from something like what's described in this post, and the helmet and glove and jacket are learned extra thing.

Story stuff. So it turns out when the ONLY ghost to wander through the portal other than little glowing blobs that only hover, is the antithesis of your theories you have to go back to the drawing board. So the Fenton's (kept out of the loop for a couple of months) and GIW are very much good guys and BETTER Scientists. And the militaristic mind set is swiftly put down when all of the subjects (the one) book it at the slightest hint of aggression.

Now Valarie, nicknamed Red Huntress during her internship, interns/volunteers with the GIW as a field watch/interviewer for Nebula. Which is the code name given to a Danny who never introduces himself and as such gets named by vote like a new firetruck by the community.

Hey BTW this is a portal Danny AU in my head.

The basement portal? That is a direct route to his lair, which is an astronomer's dream wrapped in a, you guessed it, nebula. The Wastes (or the area the Fenton Portal spawns in in canon) inhabitants spend a good few months flipping out at the arrival of what looks like a god or something. It's a decidedly "do not fuck with that" thought process.

Danny eventual.y introduces himself and makes friends without the protect the town from day one aspect. They all tussle a bit but the other ghosts go "hey it's a baby" and give him a proper lay of the land.

Cut to 21/2 years later after the Portal Accident, and Vlad decides to be a bastard and go after the adopted mascot.

Now the scientists have all learned that fighting= play/bonding. So they are all wildly caught off guard by the very sudden warpath through the city park.

Vlad doesn't put together Halfa Danny in this AU until well after there's been conflict. And after he managed to expose the active portal to ghosts outside of the immediate area of the portal that are perfectly willing to break into Danny's lair and some have figured out the horror aspect described here: FIC I RECOMMEND

So back to that fight. Ghosts are QUIET, especially Danny who even with the tech, radio/coms that make other ghost audible, has to be boosted to be heard by even other ghosts. (I imagine lots of sign language in this au) So this darling little sky watching ghost screams, a terrified child's noise, as this ghost that looks like a Vampire and a hoard of vultures(?) actively assault the poor thing? God the humans, the humans are scared. Everyone could hear that out side of the coms, and everyone saw it. They got good at televising the ghosts.

Sam and Tucker, decidedly only civilians are terrified for their friend. They know what play fighting looks like, they've been to the lair. Valarie who catches on fast thanks to being the intern bestie to Nebula and maybe future girlfriend to Daniel "Hot space nerd in row 4 of homeroom" Fenton, is forced as fights, proper devastating ones, continue happening to keep her friends away. Especially the first time. Most importantly that first fight.

REMEMBER Danny's portal, not the one in the basement. Well he stretches, upper body desperately crawling away from his lower half trapped by the vultures, keening all the way. Still scarily audible. Then from the gap made of flaring stardust and molten plasma that is the active void that consumes the area his stomach would have been was he human- Comes a raging adult ghost. More than one possibly.

I especially like the idea of Skulker and his missle launcher showing up, being the third ever recorded humanoid ghost, and absolutely steamrolling Plasimus who is not a Halfa as in halfway point like Danny is so loved by the Waste ghosts for being. But rather just half a ghost, a human with a funky little boon.

Now as Skulker has the time of his afterlife chasing Vlad and the Vultures, lets have say Lunch Lady slip out of Danny's portal, maybe one of the more teenagery ghosts too.

Anyways, instant fussing. Danny relaxes enough to stop being a portal to hell and the humans are very careful in approaching them all. What with the older ghost's yelling at the aggressors to leave the baby alone. Skulker is dramatic, and likes embarrassing the whelp.

After this point things beginning to resemble canon more, only the humans have a natural non-guessing gauge of hostility for the ghosts in town.

They figure out pretty fast that the physical portal and Nebula portal only let through friendlies. (Not entirely true but they don't know that.) And the threats, well lets just say Nebula is never caught off guard in his own territory again. He becomes ruthless.

Meanwhile, Danny Fenton has friends both dead and alive helping him fight a guerrilla war against madmen. He sits in class undisturbed even as he tracks the startbursts he knows are his friends protecting him and everyone else untill he's free. He huddles in the attic crawlspace filling out data sheets and pin boards as his girlfriend and best friends scour government documents.

Nebula sits in the portal, toxic light cascading like water around him, watching his parents and GIW agents work in the FentonWorks lab.

He always gives good greetings to those who offer, and when asked he whispers secrets of the universe he's learned from the source over the radio.

The scientists for get to ask for his sources, but when they do they are always both awed and terrified of the sources.

Things go well. And things as always progress.

Link to Doodle I did that actually drove me writing all this.

[abstractnaturaldisaster]

is it over now? (was it over then?)

part eight

part nine: see you come running

Eddie was slowing realizing that introducing Robin and Nancy to the Corroded Coffin crew was the perfect way to lose all of his sanity in one go. Eddie had continued chatting with Robin and bouncing ideas off of her but nothing was clicking and Eddie finally broke down and decided the whole crew needed to come together over pizza to write and score some not cheesy but totally grand gesture worthy songs for Steve.

Eddie's label wasn't thrilled with the abrupt u-turn from an angsty heavy break up album to a single song in that vein and then sappy love songs for the rest of the album but thankfully Corroded Coffin had earned enough cachet over the years that Ronnie was able to convince the label that the songs would still have their signature flair just less angsty and more romantic -- more I would bleed for you and less I would watch eagles rip out your intestines and laugh.

As a group, Corroded Coffin was generally ambivalent towards love most of the time. Ronnie was not interested in dating much more content with her plants and foster kittens. Jeff had been dating the same girl since kindergarten basically and while she was lovely and totally worth swooning over, Jeff had gotten his cheese out early on through middle school notes passed through lockers. Frank and Gareth kind of fluctuated between meeting people at shows and trying whatever fad dating site existed for celebrities at the time but hadn't had serious partners in several years.

All that to say, Eddie was fucking banging his head against the wall for the fifth time in so many hours trying to find another rhyme for love that wasn't glove or shove and his bandmates had taken to throwing little pieces of things into his rapidly frizzing messy bun. They needed reinforcements.

By the time pizza and the girls arrived Eddie was laying upside down with his head dangling off the couch singing an over the top version of I Miss You and hoping none of his friends ever told Tom Delonge. Robin and Ronnie promptly cut him off so his hair didn’t land square in the pepperoni.

"Alright let's get the show on the road," Nancy stated after she had ushered the group together onto couches in some semblance of order after the empty pizza boxes had been bussed.

"You can't rush art, Nancy," Eddie snarked which was probably overall a little too daring based on the look Robin sent him.

"But you can actually write something down instead of flipping through Steve's instagram and sigh over his hair," Ronnie responded earning her a high five from Robin.

Nancy had brought over a big flipchart and colored pens and was starting to jot down ideas that were being thrown around the room. So far Eddie had added a doodle of himself looking up at Steve but hadn't really contributed anything else to the board.

"What are you guys known for?" Robin asked.

"Uhm mostly spooky shit and more recently a break up song that low key ruined my life?" Eddie answered.

"What Eddie means to say is that we generally write fantasy based albums that have some sort of an overall theme or story and tend to be a heavily metaphored summation of something one of us was dealing with," Ronnie clarified after thumping Eddie on the back of his head.

"Examples?" Nancy asked.

"So our debut album was basically growing up in our small town and not fitting in but told through the metaphor of the nine circles of hell," Jeff piped in.

"Definitely aren't beating the satanist allegations back home, fam," Gareth chimed in from the kitchen.

"Okay so why don't we do Steve and Eddie's story through a metaphor y'all haven't done yet. Greek myth?" Robin suggested.

"Already done that," Ronnie answered.

"Lord of the Rings vibes?" Nancy threw out.

"Second album," Frank answered.

"Constellations?" Robin asked.

"Fourth album," Jeff said.

"Okay well what haven't you done?" Nancy was growing impatient with twenty questions.

"Eddie, I think it might be time to pull out the original Munson Mythology," Gareth said through a mouthful of cold pizza.

"I feel like there's a story there," Robin prodded.

"I mean, kind of. So I think y'all might know some of this but my family is mostly from Appalachia and I moved with my uncle to a bigger city where I met the rest of these guys so he could get a job at the plant instead of in the coal mines. We all became friends because we were part of a ttrpg group in school and I ran a campaign based a lot on the old stories Uncle Wayne used to tell me about the mountains. It became nicknamed the Munson Mythology and we've been thinking about putting it into an album basically since we started but I could never get it to sit right and our label wasn't the most excited about americana and metal," Eddie summarized as succinctly as he could.

"I think we could get them around to it now. Especially with how popular the single got. We could do a whole like americana cryptid vibe and keep it kind of spooky but ultimately romantic," Ronnie added.

"No pressure though, Eddie. I know Steve is already a personal subject matter but talking about your family lore adds a whole 'nother layer. We'd understand if you wanted to go another direction," Jeff said.

"I think I might be ready for it, guys. I mean Steve's the closest I've come to finding home outside of the mountains and it's something different than we've done before. I think Gare might be right. It's probably time," Eddie said.

"Then I guess we are writing a metal appalachian love story, friends," Robin clapped her hands as if to indicate it was time to get to work.

"Alright, Eddie. Time to tell us some stories," Nancy said.

"What do y'all know about skinwalkers?" Eddie asked as he settled in to tell some folktales.

***

through a random twist of events (aka someone actually wanting to find my fic which holy crap is so flattering omg) i've come back to this work. thanks anon for kicking me back into this au which is so fun to write. the boys will be back together soon just wanted to add some buddy hijinks as i think Ronnie and Robin would be cautious besties and i wanted to see that happen.

also it's been over two months since i worked on this so if you see plot holes no you didn't. one of these days i will put this up on ao3 and go through and make sure i'm consistent with everyone's backstory but for now just go with it. :p

it is a truth universally acknowledged for some reason i absolutely suck at tagging. i think i have been consistent but all these parts should be tagged "was it over then ficlet" if you have trouble finding them. i also might have to work on a master list situation as i will probably not get better at tagging anytime soon. but here we go:

@lololol-1234 @swimmingbirdrunningrock @zombiethingy @grtwdsmwhr @dreamercec @anne-bennett-cosplayer @strawberryyyenthusiast

@mensch-anthropos-human @kal-ology @ttyrussss @kristmkris @starman-jpg @wonderland-girl143-blog @child-of-cthulhu @legalmenace87 @adealwithher @practicallybegging

@lunaraquaenby @stripey82 @lexyvey @goodolefashionedloverboi @mothmamhasyourlocation @mugloversonly @sherrylyn0628 @steddieinthesun @wonderland-girl143-blog @counting-dollars-counting-stars @bookworm0690

@knightly-reblogs @rjwinterfell @kcsplace @y4r3luv @thedragonsaunt

[hils79]

Hils Watches Lovely Runner - Ep 2

Bless her she's trying

Cannot relate to being this excited to be back at school 😂

Is this going to be like Back to the Future where she ends up going back to 2022 and her brother is a famous actor instead of having a stressful office job

I would do the same tbh

Ah, I'm guessing he's her old crush from school and the other side of what I'm sure will be a love triangle. He's cute. Love me a bad boy.

Of course the bad boy is the guitarist in a band. LMAO first stan experience.

I mean high school girls aren't well known for their good taste. But come on he may not look like an idol but he's cute

Aww she confessed to him the day before she jumped into her teenage body

Confession: When I was in school I wrote a letter not quiet as poetic as this and gave it to my crush. I would legit be mortified if I had to relive that experience. I'm cringing now just thinking about it and it was nearly 30 years ago

She is not having a good day. Forced to relieve one of her most cringe memories and now rejected by her idol.

I appreciate the romantic gesture of him chasing after bus when she got stuck and couldn't get off but it's full of students so it can't have been going that far before it would have stopped again. They were acting like she was going to wind up in another city

All teenagers are annoying to some degree, especially when you're in your 30s

Oh, that's fun! If she tries to tell him about the future time freezes to stop anyone hearing

Ah, of course bad boy's dad is a cop

Time for some wound tending. No drama is complete without it.

All that time her idol lived opposite her and she had no idea. I'd be losing my mind.

OH! The pervy guy who won't return his rented copy of Basic Instinct is Sunjae's dad. Can't believe I didn't realise that until now

OMG SUNJAE HAD IT THE WHOLE TIME! I love how this flips from angsty to sweet to hilarious very quickly.

Of course she's got PTSD after getting hit by a car. But why are all these cars driving across a pedestrian crossing in the first place?

More emotionally significant umbrellas. Aww they actually met earlier when she mistook him for a package courier.

She's the reason he likes the sweets that she gave him in 2022 and she has no idea! Have I mentioned that I love time travel as a plot device?

Wait has he had a crush on her this whole time? Then all of a sudden (from his perspective) she started acting all weird and following him around. I kind of love this!

LMAO and he grabbed the nearest tape in a panic when she woke up and gave his dad's name. It was Basic Instinct of course. I love this! I have to say this drama isn't predictable at all. It's doing a lot of fun things with what could easily have been a very common tropey story

HE'S BEEN PINING THIS WHOLE TIME! Look how happy he is when she tried to friend him online. He clicked the reject button by accident. I am so delighted.

Ooh that photo just appeared on the table. The future is changing!

Okay, I am fully on board with this now. It's pushing all of my buttons.

[glitterinmyveinss]

// Back to the Basics //

steve- o x fem!reader

summary: you and steveo used to be best friends, knowing eachother since highschool and all. but growing up sucks. Especially when your best friend who you had/have a massive crush on now does coke off of models backs.

❥ ༄ you were so happy for steve-o when his career as a stunt man finally took off. you've know him since highschool and knew that it was definitely the right career for him. You remembered how you two would always go to the park after school and you would just sit and watch him skate, occasionally you would ask him to teach you.

❥༄ "well first you have to put your foot on the board dude" steveo said with a sarcastic tone. you looked at him and pouted "obviously i know that but which one?" for once, he was looking at 𝘆𝗼𝘂 like you were the dumb one. of course you kinda knew which foot you were supposed to put on the board, but steveo just intimated you so much you lost all knowledge around him and it was like your brain was constantly short circuiting. it was that or all the pot you guys smoked last period. he shook his head and laughed. "put down your most dominant foot babe." your heart did a little skip at that. it wasn't unusual for steveo to use pet names with you, but still, everytime he did it made you flustered...and confused. hesitantly, you put your foot on the board. steveo nodded then spoke up "ok now your other foot, then stand sideways, and push with the first foot you put down." you did as told and started moving. you guys were both laughing as you started to get the hang of it "awesome y/n you're better than when i started!" you blushed and smiled at him "thanks stevie" he gave you a soft smile, then ushered for you to follow him. "come on man let's get some tacos from this truck i'm starved." you got off the board and handed it to him and began following him. you loved this side of steve. everyone else thought he was jsut some rich obnoxious asshole who loved attention. and while that wasn't too far from the truth, he still had a loveable side like everyone else. he was extremely funny and could make you smile no matter what mood you were in, he was actually pretty smart at times, and was whole heartedly kind. to you at least. not so much everyone else. you wish everyone could see his soft side so they would understand why you hung out with him, but you also liked how it was reserved just for you.

❥༄ now it's 2002 and "Jackass: The Movie" was doing rounds in the ticket office. Your and Steveos relationship became basically non existent ever since he joined jackass. he started blowing you off to go hang out with other people you didn't even know, started partying a lot more, (if that was even possible) and he was always busy filming stunts, or being in the er. you tried not to bug him about it, afraid of seeming clingy and like you wanted to drag him down, which of course you didn't. you just wanted your friend back. It was a thursday evening and you had just gotten back from your big girl office job. ever since you were little you knew you wanted to leave your home town. It just always felt so small and closed off from the rest of the world to you. you wanted to live somewhere more progressive. so you got serious about school and were able to get a stable, good paying job in san diego. you went to your room, changed, then plotted down on your couch with some greasy fast food. hey you were single and lived alone, so you sometimes forgot to get groceries. you turned on the tv and began flipping through channels. the station it landed on was MTV, you were skeptical about leaving it on, knowing that everytime you saw steveo now, it tugged at your heart. You watched him change, for better and for worse. of course he's always been completely insane, but he had a soft side to him. now all you ever see is him intoxicated. you decided to leave it on. "maybe they won't even play jackass" you thought to yourself. the commercials ended and the intro for "MTV cribs" began to play and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. but once the episode started, you were stunned. it was apparently a "jackass exclusive" episode where steveo and all his other cast members were showing their "cribs." you knew you should turn it off, or find something else to watch, but you didn't want too. the tv began to show steveo, wasted as ever. you watched in disappointment as he began showing his disgusting apartment, putting hot sauce in his eye, and breaking stuff. Of course this was normal for him, but seeing him on tv do it, knowing millions of others were watching, made your heart hurt for him. "i guess his dream came true..." you thought to yourself. you've been knowing for a while yours and steveos relationship was basically over, but this was the breaking point for you. you put your food away, shut the tv off, and curled up into bed. just staring at your ceiling remembering all the good times and how they were over.

❥༄ It was a cold autumn day when your boss called you into her office. the leaves were changing, the air became crisp, and your outfits became a lotttt cuter. it was your favorite season so you were in a good mood when you walked into her office. "hey you needed to see me?" you asked while giving her a hug and handing her a coffee. "thanks! and yeah i have great news for you!" you gasped and put your hands over your mouth. "tell me!" she had a huge smile on her face while she spoke " the board is sending you to LA to get more info for our project! they think you're the perfect candidate for the job." of course you were happy hearing this, it meant you got to travel, even if it was for work, and you've never been to LA before. but you were a little shaken at the thought of being in the same city as steve o after all this time. your boss gave you all the information you needed for you trip and sent you back to your cubicle.

❥༄ a week later, and you were on your way to LA. You were driving there alone, insisiting your boss that you were fine. you tuned on the radio and cool by gwen stefani began playing. as you listened to the lyrics, you began wondering if you and steveo would ever have a relationship like that, where you could be happy and proud for eachother for finding another love, but then again, did you even want a relationship with him at all if it wasn't him as 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 partner? you couldn't see your self being in love with anyone else, you've never been in love with anyone else. 2 hours and 30 minutes later, you made it to your hotel. you grabbed your bags from the car, checked in, and settled in your room. once you were done, you noticed the time, 5:00. "most bars have happy hour right now.." you thought to yourself." you've always wanted to be in LA, so you decided to let loose and find a bar.

❥༄ you changed form your juicy tracksuit, put on a cuter outfit, and added some makeup. you began walking around looking for a bar. once you found one, you walked in and sat at the bar "a sex on the beach please" you told the bartender with a smile. he gave you your drink and you sipped it in silence, already regretting coming here. you weren't that social to begin with, and it's not like you knew anyone. you regretted not having your boss come along. all of a sudden, you heard some loud voices walk in. it sounded like a bunch of guys so you just stayed staring ahead. you would drink your cocktail, go home, change, and watch 10 things i hate about you for the millionth time. then, you heard a voice you knew all too well speak up. "2 budweisers bud" just your luck. steveo was 3 feet away from you. you noticed him look at you then look away, then snap his neck and look back. "holy shit y/n" you turned to look at him, and you wish you didn't. this was your first time seeing and hearing him in person and not through a tv and he still looked beautiful as ever "o-oh! hey stevie" you always called him that. everyone else called him steveo and steve but you just started calling him stevie one day and it stuck. he gave you a hug while smiling you returned it, hoping he wouldn't notice how your shoulders tensed or how your heart was daring to jump out your chest. even with some alcohol in your system he still made you incredibly nervous. damn it. he pulled away from the hug but stayed close. "what are you doing here. you're still in san diego right?" you fidgeted with your hands and had a nervous smile on your face as you spoke. "i'm here for work" he nodded "oh right on!" he seemed really happy to see you actually, but a part of you was telling you that it was just an act and he couldn't give 2 shits about what you were up too. i mean how happy could he be if he never bothered to call anymore? you noticed he was kind of staring at you, then he spoke up "you look r-really good" he said shyly with a soft smile, which was rare from him, and it felt so nostalgic to see him like that again. "thanks so do you" you said while playing with your hair. it was a nervous fidget you had. then all of a sudden, a tall man with dark hair and dark sunglasses came up to you both. it none other than the johnny knoxville. "where's my beer o?" he spoke. steveo jumped a little and looked away from you "here man" johnny took the can then turned to face you. "oh sorry am i interrupting something?" before steveo could even say anything though, you spoke up "oh no i was...just about to leave." you got down from the chair and slinged your purse on your shoulder. "bye boys" you said as you walked out. as much as you wanted to stay and talk to steveo while staring into his eyes, you knew he was officially done with you. he was hanging out with the big shots now. including bam margera and tony hawk. he was banging models and getting wasted daily. he was living life like a rockstar, like he always wanted, and you didn't wanna ruin that for him. it always seemed that you and steveo were from completely different worlds, but now it was painfully obvious. and you didn't belong in his, or so you thought.

❥༄ you were a few blocks from the bar when you began to hear someone behind you running and yelling "y/n wait!" you turned around and saw steveo coming towards you, with your phone in his hand. once he caught up to you he handed it to you "you left this back there" you grabbed the phone while shaking your head "gosh not again!" you put the phone in your purse then turned to him "thanks you're a life saver." he laughed at your comment "still a klutz huh?" he said with a playful smirk. you gave him one back. "old habits die hard" he let out a little chuckle, then his expression slightly changed from playful to serious. "speaking of that.. i meant what i said back there. you look good." you stared at him, not really knowing what to say. it seemed like he was holding back. he noticed that you knew this and continued " i mean seeing you was like a breath of fresh air" he said with a slight chuckle. you could tell he was tipsy. he was always sweet when he was tipsy. "your face reminds me of when everything was more...simple." you started to get angry. not necessarily at him but at the whole situation. and him saying that angered you even more. simple? did he think you were just some plain jane who had nothing better to do but hang out with him? "what is that supposed to mean?" you said while crossing your arms. he held his hands up in defense. " i didn't mean anything bad by it! it's just...you remind me of...before you know?" he said nervously. you'll admit, he was being ridiculously cute right now, but your anger was getting the better of you. "oh before you became an overnight celebrity and ditched me for brad pitt and lindsey lohan?" "y/n no please jsut list-" you cut him off. "no steve just stop....just stop." tears began to sting the corners of your eyes. you cursed yourself for always being so emotional. you spoke up, your voice shaky. "i was fine with leaving us and all the good times in the past and letting go, but now here you are pouring salt on all my wounds" steveo was staring at you, his face deathly serious and his eyes wide. "why do you think you have to leave us in the past?" you laughed at this. was he serious? "seriously? i mean come on steve we haven't talked in forever and...you're just...different now" he stared at you, looking genuinely hurt, and you knew he hated it when people called him steve, he told you so back in sophmore year when you guys were on the swings at some random park,

"𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

you snapped out of your memory when steveo began shouting back at you "you think i haven't noticed y/n? i mean fuck, i just got off a bender, and i'm probably gonna go on another one." you stared at him dumbfounded. "that's not my fault steve i-" "yeah it is!" he yelled at you. you blinked and stepped back. "w-what?" he looked away from you and ran a hand through his short hair while looking down at his shoes. "ever since you left to san diego i've been lost man. you stared at him as he continued. " i've always been crazy but when i was with you... i was able to stop and be me. you didn't expect me to do any stunts, you didn't expect money or drugs from me, you just accepted me for me. the first time we hung out was the first time i felt normal, like i didn't have to put up an act so you would stay interested." it's true that you left him first. once you turned 18 you moved to san diego and started looking for jobs within your field. you didn't know how much this affected steveo thought, you didn't know he needed you as much as you needed him. while you were standing there, staring at him, in shock, he got tired of your silence. "man forget it." he waved his hand and began walking away. you snapped out of your trance and began yelling for him "no stevie! come back." he turned around, with cold eyes. you walked up to him and began to speak "i didn't know you felt that way. i didn't know you needed me as much as i needed you..." you let out a sad laugh "as much as i still need you. im sorry" you looked up at him to catch his reaction, but he was already staring at you, and as soon as your eyes locked, it was like something inside of him snapped. he grabbed your face and kissed you, hard. you were frozen for a second, you always wanted this and it was hard to believe that it was happening. but you pushed all those feelings back and melted into the kiss, putting your hands around his neck while his snaked down to your waist. you pulled away first, and smiled at him. he stepped back then spoke "you don't know how long i've wanted to do that" you laughed at his cheesey comment, then slapped his forehead. he grabbed his forehead and groaned "what the hell was that for?" you laughed at him and rubbed the area you slapped, as a sorry. "for not telling me you liked me back all those years ago!" he looked at you with a soft smile. "well let me make it up to you... how about we get lunch tomorrow? or breakfast or dinner whatever's best for you." he said while scratching his neck. you laughed at how nervous he was "how about dinner and a movie...the new star wars is out we can watch that!" he laughed at your excitement "ok geek sounds good" you just laughed it off and smiled at him. you guys were stuck staring at eachother for a minute before you spoke up "walk me to my room?" he grabbed your hand "lead the way babe" you missed that nickname. you giggled as you two began walking away, forever thankful for this evening. it felt you two were back to the basics.

authors note: hope you guys liked this! i know a lot of stuff in here is inaccurate but for the sake of the fic let's pretend everything's ok! also this was inspired by lana del reys unreleased song "back to the basics"

[butmakeitgayblog]

Stopppp that yearbook photoshop is so good she looks so pretty 🥺 I actually really like your idea for a walk to remember au, I like that it happens after college and that Clarke was only a normal amount of asshole in high school and not a giant asshole lol what other things did you think for the au? Like how does their first date happen?

Well their first date would happen after Clarke blows Lexa off.

After a few weeks of her bumming around the bakery daily to read and get a head start on studying for the upcoming semester of grad school (which Lexa has begrudgingly yet graciously been helping her with since, somehow, she seems to have a working knowledge on just about any damn topic Clarke can think of). And so it was an admittedly shit head move when Clarke had been out having lunch with a couple old friends from high school and saw Lexa stop at the same spot. When Lexa had paused when she saw her and took step toward the group to smile and wave. When Clarke had immediately looked away and pretended like she didn't know her, like she hadn't seen her standing there at all. Like she hadn't seen and didn't die a little inside when that lopsided smile broke and shuttered behind a cool look of realization.

Basically when, instead of acting like a decent 23 year old woman with some damn manners, Clarke had acted like it was grade school, middle school, and high school all over again.

And so, she has some making up to do. Because when she slinks back into Gus's the next day, it is to zero fanfare. No warmness or exasperated smile at the sound of the tinkling bell marking her arrival. No usual coffee order already waiting for her. Certainly no free muffin waiting on a well-loved dish that she'd grown quite fond of as of late.

It's all steely eyes and clenched jaw. Lexa barely sparing a glance up from whatever newest book she was reading that day. Just silence soaked in disdain, only broken by the sound of a pointedly flipped page.

And that really fuckin sucks.

So Clarke does what Clarke does best. She turns on the charm. The smooth words and playful banter and the patented Griffin Grin, and and and... and not one single bit of it works.

Shit.

It takes her a bit figure out what to do because honestly she doesn't know if she's ever felt more miserable in her life. Not having her days filled with that humming and those terrible jokes and that voice that is entirely more lovely than it had any right to be. Which weird, because this is Lexa— intimidating, sweet, dorky, brilliant, nerdy, gorgeous Lexa. The one she kind of wants to be around all the time now and hates herself for her knee jerk reaction over.

And so she does the only other thing she can really think of to do.

Make an absolute ass out of herself.

Humble herself at Lexa's doorstep and hope at some point she'll edge the door open and welcome her back in.

And by humble herself, I mean post her ass up outside the bakery every waking hour she gets. Making sad puppy eyes through the window, forehead pressed sorrowfully against the glass. Painting a fancy new chalk sandwich board for the shop and adding more and more ridiculous things onto "the daily specials" in the hope just to make Lexa laugh (while not potentially getting maimed by Gus himself 😬)

It takes a minute but eventually Lexa just gets kinda fed up with it one day and goes outside with every intention to tell her to just go home. But somewhere in her tirade Clarke snaps back too, until they're both glaring at each other on the front curb of Gus's shop. Well... glaring as Clarke backs Lexa up against the display.

More accurately, glaring as Clarke backs Lexa up against the display window, all while telling Lexa that she's sorry and that she's more than proven that she's sorry. That she'll invite every damn friend she ever had in high school there right now just so they can witness her say how much she likes spending time with Lexa, and misses her, and how she's been miserable since the last time they talked because she can't really remember the last time she was as happy as she's been sitting in that cramped little bookstore, listening to Lexa teach her the most random things about the world in between bouts of singing to herself while she stocks.

It honestly is a blessing when Lexa shuts her up with a kiss. Just a little one. Hesitant barely more than a brush of her lips.

And fuck, with how big and hopeful and absolutely terrified those eyes look when Lexa pulls back, the words "Go on a date with me" are out of Clarke's mouth before she can even register them herself

[boatzandhoez]

Bruised Knees

In which it’s 1994, Harry is the star quarterback, and Y/N loves to skate. Somehow, they are in love with each other despite being opposites.

warnings: mentions of cuts and bruises, smut

(6.6k+ words)

Y/N is into the skate scene. She loves going to her local skate park with her board Betty, and doing tricks up and down the ramps. She loves the way the wind slaps her in the face, and how free she feels on her board. She loves the sound of the wheels rolling against concrete, and how metal rings anytime she does a trick involving a ramp of some sort.

Y/N loves wearing baggy clothes, such as oversized jeans and hoodies. She loves her scuffed up Keds, Vans, and the Walkman she carries around with her like it’s a religion.

She loves her two friends Lucy and Matt, who are actually dating. She loves her father, who is fighting prostate cancer, and kicking ass if she has a say. If she isn’t at the skate park she’s at home ready for his beck and call.

Y/N sometimes struggles with admitting she loves her older brother, but she does to an extent. She used to not be able to stand him when he was the captain of the football team in high school. He’s long since graduated and now plays for some university. Y/N doesn’t know, nor does she care to be honest, where exactly it is that he attends.

One thing Y/N loves in this world more than anything is her flower boy, her bubba, her baby cakes, her boyfriend, Harry.

The funny thing about Harry that often throws people off is that he is the complete opposite of her. Most people assumed, or thought that Y/N would end up with a fellow skater, who wore oversized clothes like her, has some tattoos, and piercings, and always wears a beanie, Hell, even Y/N thought that was the case, but one night many many months ago, Y/N bumped into Harry at a party.

She knew of him because he was the current quarterback of the football team at her school, taking her brother's place once he graduated. He’s in the same grade as her as well, so they basically grew up together, but lived two different lives, which pushed them to never really interact despite being in school together for so long. He complimented her outfit, which then she complimented his. From there they struck up a conversation, and ended up going somewhere private to talk for a solid hour before they eventually ended up hooking up.

That one time hookup turned into frequent hookups, which turned into a relationship that has stood the test of time, and all the doubt that surrounded them.

Y/N is currently laying in her room. Her father is over at his girlfriend's house for a few days to give them privacy to spend alone time with each other.

Y/N’s mother and father got a divorce when Y/N’s father was diagnosed with prostate cancer. She hates her mother for leaving her father during a time of need. Her father was becoming too sick for her mother to handle, so she decided to up and leave her father. That’s one reason why Y/N struggles to love her brother. She can’t forgive her brother for taking their mothers side, and living with her. Y/N’s mother is the one person in her life she knows she’ll never have love for again.

Y/N is flipping through a magazine listening to the Beatles, which is one of Y/N’s hidden favorites. Only Harry knows her love for the old icons.

Speaking of Harry, Y/N hears a six tap pattern bang onto her window. Y/N smiles and quickly stands up, knowing for a fact that the pattern is known by one person and one person only, her lover boy.

She shuffles in her oversized jeans and tank top pairing over to her window. She opens the window, allowing her cute little bean that she calls her boyfriend into her room.

“Hi, love.” Harry flings his arms around his girl, and picks her up, spinning her around.

“Hi, baby cakes.” She gives him a big sloppy kiss on his cheek. Harry smiles so big his teeth show, which makes Y/N’s insides warm in a swarm of butterflies.

“I missed you.” Harry pouts, still holding his girl close to his body. “I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

Y/N giggles, digging her face into his neck. She peppers a few kisses. “Baby it’s only been like three hours since we saw each other.”

“That’s far too long.” Harry replies seriously, no if ands or buts in his tone. Y/N loves how much he openly expresses how obsessed he is about her. It makes her obsession with him feel valid.

“Come lay with me, baby cakes. I want to snuggle.” Y/N requests, which Harry quickly agrees to.

Harry signals for Y/N to jump up and wrap her legs around him, which she does. He walks the two of them over to her bed, and falls back onto the mattress.

Y/N yelps, at what should be the expected action, but she can’t lie, it catches her off guard every time he does it.

Harry manages to pull her comforter from under the two of them, and tuck them under its warmth. Harry turns and drapes his legs over Y/N’s hip sighing in contemptment.

Harry basks in his lover’s presence. Harry can’t believe he found someone so perfect. He never expected her out of all people to come into his life, and stir up a storm.

Harry is the quarterback of the football team at his high school. He made varsity his freshman year, which is really hard to do, but Harry found a love for the sport at a young age, and has been playing his heart out ever since.

Harry knew who Y/N was because she was the little sister of his football captain from his freshman and sophomore year. He never paid much attention to her his first two years of high school, or at all really, but that is expected when you run in completely different crowds. Plus, Y/N’s brother never was really enthusiastic whenever he mentioned his sister, which was already a rare topic to bring up.

Harry was a bit of a playboy, getting action here and there. He hasn’t slept with a lot of girls, but he’s slept with good a few from his school which is enough to cause drama.

Y/N came out of nowhere, he saw her at a party, and for some reason that night out of all the nights his focus couldn’t leave her. His obsessive need to gaze at her turned into him getting the balls to go up to her and striking a conversation with the skater. He didn’t know what to talk about, but by a miracle they fell into conversation so easily it almost felt natural. What Harry wasn’t expecting that night was to hook up with the said girl he was talking to, but boy oh boy, did hooking up with her alter his brain chemistry in such a drastic way.

He became highly addicted to her that night, and since then his addiction hasn’t faded, in fact Harry would say it’s only grown.

“You’re so warm.” Harry slurs, smacking his lips together as he closes his eyes and nuzzles into his girlfriend's soft, plushy chest. Harry pets his hand over her hair, and notices a very different texture from the last time he touched it. He opens his eyes and stares in awe at his girl's new do. Her normal, shoulder length 4a texture black curls are now styled in box braids. The part Harry loves the most about her hairstyle is the piece of red threaded into some braids to add a pop of color. Harry’s tummy swirls at the little detail of her adding his favorite color into her hair. “Oh wow! Cherry baby, your hair looks beautiful!”

Harry is sincere with his words. He loves any time she gets a protective style. She always looks so pretty, and Harry loves the little confident boosts she gets with the change. She just glows a little extra with a fresh look, and Harry can’t help but to love it.

“You like?” Y/N runs her hands over her braids. She always loves how enthusiastic her man is whenever she changes her hair. He makes her feel pretty, which is a word she used to never really associate herself with.

“You know I do.” Harry pinches her smiling cheek, and pecs her lips. “You always look so pretty, no matter what, even when you hair is natural, and you have been too lazy to do it, so it all over the place because it’s so big and beautiful and wild, and you insistently call yourself a lion even though I think it’s ridiculous, you still look fucking pretty.”

Y/N doesn’t fight off the smile widening to a sickening width. She felt such a rush from his sweet words. He always knows exactly what to say to make her feel loved. “You’re the best, you know that?” Y/N says as she slings her body onto his more.

“I sure do, and you’re even better.” He says in a low whisper as he stretches his head forward, and kisses her jaw. “You’re all that and a bag of chip babe.”

“Don’t ride my dick too hard now baby cakes.” Y/N teases him. Harry scoffs, and looks at her almost offended. She giggles at her boyfriend’s silly face. He’s trying to look mad, but to her, he looks adorable.

“Don’t act like you don’t like when I ride your dick hard.” Harry playfully slaps Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N’s jaw drops, and she narrows her eyes in staring her boyfriend down, in a split second she grabs the stuffed red teddy bear Harry won her at the fair from behind her, and swings it over, hitting Harry right in the head.

Now it’s Harry who has his jaw dropped in shock. Harry lightly pushes her off of him, and quickly stands up from the bed. “You really want to go there, cherry?” Harry raises his brow in a challenging manner.

“Always.” She smirks. They both quickly arm themselves with a pillow. Their eyes are locked on each other, carefully watching the others movements, ready for the perfect time to attack.

They take slow steps in a circle. Both of them are slightly hunched over. Their senses are on high alert, both not wanting to miss a single movement or sound. Y/N’s heart is rapidly beating from anticipation, she’s awaiting whatever is to come.

Harry takes initiative, and starts to round her bed slowly. Y/N takes a step back, but lifts her pillow in position, ready at any moment to swing. Harry does the same, watching his girl for any attack she might try to make. One thing Harry loves about Y/N is how fiesty, and playful she is. She’s not afraid to get into a wrestling match with him, and go all out or to get her hands dirty, and do things that are deemed unladylike.

Harry nears her, and at the same time, the two lovers swing their pillows at each other, clashing them together. They both breakout in laughter as they hit each other with pillows repeatedly.

Y/N manages to get a hit in on the side of Harry’s head, at the same time Harry hits her in the side by her ribs. Y/N stumbles slightly at how powerful Harry’s hit was. Harry is naturally heavy handed from playing football his whole life. Even when he is trying to be gentle, there is still power behind his swings.

Y/N doesn’t mind at all, she is obsessed with how heavy handed he is. He always grabs her body so tight when they have sex, that there are sometimes indents. She loves staring at them whenever she gets the pleasure of having them littered all over her body. She loves how he takes control, basically manhandling her when they have sex.

Y/N twists her body so now the back of her legs are now facing the bed. The two of them are still attacking each other with their pillows. Another step back, and Y/N is tumbling backwards with a yelp. She shoots her hands down to catch herself. She falls with a bounce as she lets out a grunt. Harry takes the opportunity to jump on top, and straddle her waist. He is lightly hitting her with the pillow, and she is doing her best to defend herself from the hits.

They are stuck in a laughing fit, which oftentimes they find themselves in. They both know how to get the other one to laugh so effortlessly.

Harry has now stopped hitting her, and is now leaning forward to bury his head into her neck as he laughs. He gets a whiff of her familiar scent that drives him wild. Cocoa butter and vanilla has quickly become one of his favorite scents.

He’s even gone as far as to buy some candles that smell similar, which he lights in his room every night like a love sick fool.

Harry’s just properly obsessed with the skater. He loves her rich deep chocolate skin that’s always smooth, even when it’s littered in scrapes and bruises it’s still supple and soft.

He loves her caring eyes, and radiant smile that shoots volts of love up straight to his heart, making it speed up.

God, he’s in love.

“Fuck…baby cakes, I-I can’t breathe.” Y/N struggles to say between her laughs. She’s trying her best to regain her composure since the laughs are now cramping up her stomach, causing a sharp pain to spread every time she giggles.

Harry rolls off of her, and plops down flat on the bed. The pair slowly calm down from their laughing fit. “Fuck, that was good.” Harry sighs out once he has fully settled.

“Sure was.” Y/N smiles, blindly reaching out to lace her fingers with her love. They both love physical touch. There is something about the heat of their skins so close together that makes them feel so full and whole. Sometimes a touch for them speaks more volume than words. It’s an unspoken action that tells them they are there for each other, no matter what.

Harry pulls the skater towards him. He grabs her chin softly, and twists her face to look at him dead in the eyes.

Harry leans forward, and teasingly brushes his lips over hers. The quick action shifts the entire aura of the room. The once playful environment is now ten degrees hotter, bubbling with lust.

Y/N chases Harry’s lips, and kisses him in a slow, heated frenzy. They moan into each other's mouths. Harry takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, and licks up the length of her tongue as their mouths connect.

Y/N’s eyes practically roll to the back of her head. She lets out a strong puff of air through her nose, as she feels herself becoming worked up. “Baby.” Y/N can’t help but gasp as the back of her neck starts to feel warm. Her skin is becoming more alert and sensitive. Her hand which is still laced with his is starting to feel prickly.

Harry hums, satisfied by her gasp of pleasure. Harry loves making Y/N feel good. He loves spending his time in her room between her thighs, licking her pussy into a mind shattering orgasm. Sometimes if he’s feeling especially ravenous, he’ll bring her to multiple orgasms just by his mouth.

He loves her pussy. It’s so soft and pretty. Harry never understands when his teammates talk about how pussy’s are confusing, and sometimes annoying to navigate.

Harry thinks if guys just took a few seconds to find the clit when they have sex, then he’s sure they would have less of a struggle.

Harry untangles his fingers with his girl, and grabs each side of her face, pulling her closer to him. Y/N takes this as an opportunity to lift one of her legs up to straddle Harry’s lap.

As soon as her knees meet the bed, she puts all her weight on them. Instantly, Y/N breaks away from the kiss. “Fuck!” Y/N hisses in pain rolling off of Harry, back onto the side.

“What’s wrong?” Harry is quick to sit up to help assess the problem.

“My knees, I forgot I bruised them doing a trick last night at the park. Fuck, they hurt.” She explains, but ends up giggling at how silly she sounds. Harry joins in with her as well.

One guaranteed thing about Y/N is that most of the time she has bruised knees. She gets them from falling off her board. It’s not that Y/N is a bad skater and can’t stay on her board for the life of her because that is completely false. Y/N is a very daring person who loves to try out new tricks all the time. Trying out new things leads to injuries because she doesn’t know the best way to execute the trick yet.

No matter how many times Y/N falls, she gets back up and tries again until she can do it completely on her own, and have it practically mastered.

Harry adores it, and has been blessed with plenty of front row seats to Y/N in the zone, trying out a new trick, and he has seen her wipe out plenty of times. His heart sinks each time his love falls and gets hurt, but he knows she’s strong, and will be okay in the end.

“Awe, are you okay cherry baby?” Harry asks half seriously, half teasingly. He begins to crawl over her. His hands are planted on either side of his head. The cross necklace he wears on the daily dangling over her face which has her clenching her legs.

“Yes, I'm fine.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m annoyed though.” Y/N mumbles crossing her arms over her chest with a huff.

Harry tilts his head to the side. “Why’s that?”

“Because I wanted to ride you, but my stupid fucking bruises got in the way…...again.” She pouts. Harry can’t stop the smile spreading on his face.

Y/N likes being on top sometimes. She loves bouncing on top of him as her boobs jump up and down with her movements. She loves looking down and seeing Harry’s face engrossed in her. She especially loves when Harry smacks her ass, demanding her to ride him faster. That’s fucking hot. Unfortunately for her, it doesn’t happen that often because she always has some type of bruise on her knees.

“Love, just accept that you’re my pillow princess.” Harry wiggles his brows. “You know I love making you feel good too, don’t deny it.”

“I know you do.” Y/N sighs. “Don’t worry, I love it, but sometimes baby cakes, I just wanna ride you.”

“And don’t worry.” Harry leans down to kiss her forehead. “Your bruises will stop being so tender, and then you can, and I can’t wait.”

Y/N and Harry are very comfortable with each other. While talking about sex so casually might be weird for some people, it’s just how it is for the pair. They are never afraid to express their desires or simply just talk about it.

Y/N grins, and hooks her finger around her chain, and pulls him down. “Come here.” She purrs and connects their lips together.

Harry smiles into the kiss, and indulges in her plush lips. Y/N’s unoccupied hand runs down Harry’s chest, abs, stopping at the band of his sweats. Harry’s stomach twitches from her delicate touch. Harry feels his cock swelling in his boxers making him grow needy for his lover.

Harry grinds down against Y/N’s clothed pussy, and the two of them whimper at the same time. They always tend to be in sync with most things they do.

Y/N wraps her legs around Harry’s waist and pulls him down to be closer to her. She rolls her hips upwards to create a more heated friction between them.

Harry grunts into her mouth. He’s beginning to feel animalistic, primal, and hungry for his lover. She’s just so delectable it’s impossible to not become a mad man for her.

Harry can’t comprehend how he went so long without ever simply saying a word to her. She’s the dictionary definition of perfection, and Harry can’t help but feel smug that he got the best girl in the world to be his.

They continue to dry hump, and make out with each other. It’s always difficult for them to break away from kissing. Their lips just melt together into a perfect mix. Ruining it would just be borderline offensive.

Y/N’s hands scratch down Harry’s back, and up the sides of his torso. Her hands travel back down, and she tugs at the waistband of his pants.

“You want them off, love?” Harry mumbles against her lip. Y/N whimpers, and nods, desperate to have the constricting fabric out of the way.

Harry leans up on his hands, and works his pants down his legs. Y/N does the same with her jeans. She works the buckle of her black belt out of the loop, and undoes the buckle.

She pops the button on her pants, and hovers her body off the bed, under Harry as she kicks the fabric off of her legs. She quickly falls back down onto her bed with a squeak. Harry comes down, and latches his mouth onto her neck, and begins to nibble on her skin before sucking a red bruise on her skin.

“H, shit, you’re going to leave a mark.” Y/N’s nails dig into Harry’s tattooed covered arm. She is extremely obsessed with the permanent pieces of art all over his body. He looks so hot when he fucks her brains out. She’s trying to convince him to get hand tattoos. If he got some hand tattoos, Y/N thinks she would faint from how sexy he would look.

She would want to be manhandled by him, she would want Harry to fully slut her out in the most vile ways possible. Fuck, Y/N wants that regardless, but Harry with a hand tattoo, chefs kiss in her mind.

Y/N sometimes thinks that people would be completely shocked if they knew what Y/N was like around her man. Most people see Y/N as a very dominant tomboy. Hell, some people were convinced Y/N was a lesbian, not saying she wouldn’t be opposed to eating pussy, but she loves dick, especially Harry’s.

Harry is a very dominant man, and Y/N is basically his pillow princess. At least that's what he calls her when he’s teasing her. Y/N secretly likes it because it’s true, she is his pillow princess, but she would never admit that to him.

“That’s the point.” Harry mumbles, settling his lips on a new part of her untouched neck. “Want you covered in my love bruises, don’t you want that cherry?” Fuck, the way he talks to her has her knees ready to fold at any moment.

Y/N pathetically nods her head. “Yes.” This man can make her fold at any given moment, it should be scary. Harry hums, and continues his attack on her neck. Y/N is becoming restless, she wants Harry to take her. She wants to feel the stretch of his cock pounding in and out of her as he calls her dirty names. She wants to be to feel her tits jiggle from how hard Harry will no doubt fuck her.

She wraps her legs around his waist again, and tries to pull him down. She needs some attention to her pussy now, or she’ll go crazy. “Please, H.”

Harry complies, and sinks his bulge into Y/N clothes pussy. She can feel how hard he is. She loves it. Y/N circles her hips to create a pattern of friction on her clit. “So desperate, love.” Harry tsks, as he bites down on her bottom lip, and pulls back, letting his teeth scrape along her skin.

“I want you.” She whines, her clit is starting to feel prickly from how turned on she’s becoming. Having her man so close yet so far is driving her mad. She claws for him to be closer to her. Harry smirks, latching his lips onto the underside of his girl's jaw, and giving it a soft suckle. Y/N nails dig into Harry’s arm as a chill spreads over her entire mouth and neck. Harry knows that spot is sensitive for her, and he loves feeling, seeing, and hearing her little reactions when he gives that spit attention.

“So sexy, love.” Harry purrs into her ears. He brushes her braids off her shoulder, so now they are splayed out on the bed. “Always so receptive to my touch. I’m obsessed.” Harry nips at her jaw, but never stops to suck on a patch. Y/N likes the quick little touches on her neck, over having Harry sit there a suck a hickey onto the expanse of her skin.

Don’t get her wrong, she loves a good hickey, but there is something about quick, sharp bites that has Y/N’s head stuck in a fog of need. “Just like that.” Y/N’s eyes fall shut, she focuses purely on the feeling of Harry on her body. His hands are smoothing up and down her sides, manhandling her skin.

“Baby loves when I bite her, yeah?” Harry bites particularly hard on Y/N’s sweet spot. Her back arches, and toes curl from the delicious sting wrapping around her neck. “Look at you, fucking dripping I bet.”

“Why don’t you check and see?” Y/N suggests in a single breath. She wants him to touch her so badly.

“You’d like that, huh? Me touching your aching pussy?” Harry teases his girl. He watches Y/N pout, and huff. She pretends to be annoyed or hate when he pulls at her heels a little, but in reality, her body shivers, and her pussy throbs when he talks to her like this. “Don’t pout.” Harry grips her jaw in one of his big, manly, strong hands. “You love it when I talk to you this way. The slut in you feeds off being berated.”

He’s right, so fucking right. She does love it, and that’s why she loves him because he knows her through and through. They were definitely made for each other. Y/N knows it’s the truth deep down in the pit of her soul. She feels the endless thread that attaches her heart to Harry’s. She knows he’s her forever, whether people like it or not.

“Touch me, please.” Y/N begs. Her cheeky red underwear which is still on is completely soaked. Harry smiles, and admires all the little nick marks decorating her neck. These marks will be gone by tomorrow, but Harry is more than satisfied with seeing them as they fuck.

“Awe.” Harry coos, blowing air into her ear. Y/N jolts in shock. Her ear tickles from the intrusion. “As you wish, my love.” Harry’s hand glides down, and grips Y/N’s underwear in his hand. He pulls the flimsy fabric down her legs, and throws them behind him, paying no mind to where they land.

Y/N’s eyes roll to the back of her head as her lover's hand slides down her sticky slit, collecting a glob of her clear, stringy arousal, and circling it on the head of her clit. “H…baby.” Y/N brings one of her hands up to grip the back of Harry’s neck. Her legs already feel like jello, she quickly melting into a puddle. She subconsciously opens her legs wider, to give Harry more access to her pussy.

His fingers slip down to her entrance, and push two fingers into her. Y/N’s head is thrown back, her mouth drops open and a chorus of moans spill from her mouth.

“I don’t even need to finger you baby. If I wanted to, I could slam my cock right into you, and your pussy would stretch immediately to fit me because your pussy was made for me.” Harry curls his fingers up, hitting the squishy little pad deep inside her.

Y/N’s legs tremble, her belly starts to feel full with butterflies. She rolls her hips to meet his thrusts. His words spark all her nerve endings. She can hear how sloppy and wet her pussy is. She already knows what Harry is trying to do, she knows it all too well.

“H!” Y/N gasps, she feels her walls tightening around Harry’s fingers. Her hips are rolling involuntarily as she rides the sensation from Harry’s attack.

Harry places his thumb onto the head of her clit, and begins to circle the sensitive numb. “Look at you love, already so close.” Harry leans down to smother Y/N’s lips with his own. He pries her mouth open with his tongue, and gives her body all the attention it can possibly receive.

Fingers in her pussy, his thumb giving attention to her clit, his other hand occupies itself, twisting her nipples into hard, irritated peaks. His mouth covering hers, tongues clashing together, moans forming into one. It’s all perfect in Y/N’s eyes. She doesn’t want to leave this moment behind. Not for a second.

Y/N is caught off guard when she feels Harry’s lips leave hers, and move to her knees. He presses his puckered lips into each of her knees. “Poor, baby, your knees really are bruised.” He peppers a few more kisses on each knee. Y/N breaks out into a gentle smile in the midst of her belly coiling into a tight knot. “Look at you, so pretty for me, always.” He strokes her cheek, and uses his thumb to pull her bottom lip down. “You gonna cum for me, love?”

She moans, his finger continues to hit the spongy flesh, which is swelling up inside of her throbbing pussy, ready to burst at any given moment. His fingers are aggravating it, almost egging it on to explode. “Yes!” Y/N moans in a response. Her body is gearing up, ready for the moment when her orgasm is going to tip over.

Harry adds a third finger, and speeds up his thrusts. His arm is starting to cramp, but he refuses to stop. His love is so close, he knows her body like the back of his hand from how many times they’ve fucked over the course of their relationship.

Harry is well aware that when Y/N’s pussy starts to clamp down on his fingers, trying to force them to fall out, she is close to an orgasm. He loves to make his love cum as many times as her body can take it. Usually it’s two times. Once with either his fingers, or Harry’s personal favorite is mouth, and then one from his cock.

He loves how her breathing changes as she’s approaching the end. She doesn’t moan too loud, it’s more of an organic, softer moan, and when she’s close, her moans get louder. All of her telltale signs are there. “Yeah? Gonna make a mess on my fingers. Your pussy is sopping wet, my fingers are sliding in you so easily, cherry.”

He watches the skater's chest shake as a response to his words. Her body is always so receptive to his touch. She’s not afraid to show it either, she loves showing Harry just how she feels. Harry adores her for that. She always pumps his ego up everytime they have sex. She’s so reactive to everything he does.

Harry brushes his own clothed cock over her leg, needing some relief. She is so beautiful, Harry could cum by looking at her.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Y/N chants. Harry notices her back starting to arch off the bed. Her legs tense around his body. Harry knows she’s going to cum, and she does too.

Harry increases the speed of his thrust. The three fingers buried inside her pussy begin to slip out of her warm walls, from the force of her impending orgasm.

“Give it to me.” Harry growls. The arousal on his fingers, slowly trickles down his hands, leaving a mess. Harry pushes in and out a few more times, before Y/N’s moans are loud and clear. He can feel the bite of her nails that are dug into the back of his neck. “Cum on my hand, baby. Make a mess for me.”

A few more thrusts, and Harry’s fingers slip out of her pussy, and he moves them up to her clit, and vigorously runs them over the bud. He watches her pussy clench, before she spills white, creamy, cum from her pussy, along with a gush of clear liquid. His fingers were harsh and didn’t let up. More cream dribbles out of her pussy, down her ass crease. Her legs tremble and jolt, in shock of her orgasm.

Harry slows down his movements, until he comes to a complete stop. He slips his cum covered fingers into his mouth, tasting his love. “Mmmm, so sweet, like you always are.” Harry twists his body to dig into her bedside table, and grabs a condom out of a box, which he put in there for whenever he was over at her place.

Harry shoves his boxers off his legs. His cock springs free with a bounce. The head of his cock is red, and angry. He’s starving to feel her. He opens the packet, and pulls out the slippery rubber. He lines the condom up to his tip, as he’s done many times before, and rolls it down the length of his cock.

He lines his cock up with her creamy entrance, and in one fluid thrust, he fills her up completely. Y/N chokes, and starts to sputter nonsense from the unexpected intrusion. “Jesus baby, my cocks already got you this dumb, and I only just pushed inside of you.” Harry clicks his tongue, and shakes his head.

Y/N wraps her legs around his waist. Everytime they fuck it feels cosmic. Their bodies meld to each other like a perfect puzzle. They know one another like the back of their hand. Harry was right about Y/N’s pussy immediately stretching to accommodate his length. Her pussy is firm around his cock, keeping a good squeeze.

He pounds into his love at a fervor pace. His hips swivel and roll into her. Y/N looks disheveled below him. Her edges are starting to frizz slightly, and her skin is glistening. Harry's face is no doubt flushed red, and the curls hanging over his forehead are starting to stick to his skin from how sweaty he’s becoming.

“This pussy is perfect, fuck!” Harry snaps his hip forward. His body now is up right, tugging one of Y/N’s legs to drape over his shoulder, whilst her other leg hangs loosely around his waist.

“You fuck me so good.” She croaks out. Her nails are gripping her blanket under her for dear life as Harry pumps himself in and out of her. Y/N’s breath hitches as Harry changes the angle of his thrusts. His cock fills her pussy up, stretching her walls. He drives into her at a violent pace. Harry’s balls hit Y/N’s ass with each thrust, causing her boobs to jump up and down.

Harry holds Y/N’s leg tight to his body. He stares down at his love as he slips a hand down between the two of them, giving her clit attention once again. Y/N body erupts in goosebumps. Her body is feeling warm and electric.

“No shit I fuck you good.” Harry spits, speeding up his pace. “Your body can’t stop shaking, baby. I know you’re getting close again.” Harry is pushing Y/N over the edge. She feels her pussy flutter, readying up for her incoming orgasm.

Harry is circling her clit in an addictive pattern. He applies just the right amount of pressure to make her quickly near her end. “You’re going to make me cum, H.” She warns him, making sure to jut out her bottom lip.

All of Harry’s blood rushes to his cock. Her innocent delivery of her filthy words does a number on Harry and his head. Harry grabs each of Y/N’s legs at the bend of her knee. He spreads her legs apart, and holds them in place. “Taking me so well. Your pussy’s perfect.”

Y/N belly is starting to feel full, and tight. The tips of her ears feel like they are on fire. She knows she is going to cum at any moment. “H, I’m really…fucking…close.” She rasps between thrusts. She’s spilling breathy moans from her mouth as Harry pounds into her.

Harry is starting to feel his own orgasm approaching. His muscles are tightening, his balls feel heavy, and his cock is starting to spasm inside of her.

Y/N squirms from her body feeling restless. Harry watches his lover, as she shuts her eyes, and throws her head back. Her back is starting to arch, and Harry can feel her walls slowly clenching around him. “H…” She warns in a whine.

“I know baby, fuck me too, let go, love, fucking cream all over me.” Only a few more thrusts, and the two lovers are cumming together. Harry throws his head back, tilting his face up to the ceiling. Y/N’s back fully, arches off the bed. Harry spills strings of his cum into the condom, while Y/N’s pussy convulsions and contracts around, no doubt leaking more cream.

Harry slows his thrust down, helping them ride out their orgasms. Once the two of them have both fully settled, Harry pulls out of her, and removes the condom from his length. He ties it in a knot, and makes his way over to her bathroom to throw the condom away. While in the bathroom, he grabs a washcloth and wets it before heading back out.

Y/N is laying on the bed. Her legs are straight out infront of her, and her hands are resting on her belly. “Open up.” Harry taps Y/N’s thigh to get her to spread her legs apart. She complies and does as he asks.

Y/N hisses, to which Harry leans down, and presses a kiss to the top of her thigh. “I know, love.” Harry murmurs, keeping his attention focused on what is in front of him.

“Hey, Harry?” He hears the skater call for him.

“What’s up baby?” He asks, folding, and setting the washcloth to the side. He crawls back onto the bed, and lays himself next to her, with his elbow propped up, and his head resting in the palm of his hand.

Y/N scoots her body to press herself close to Harry. Harry wraps an arm around her back, and cuddles her close. “You want to take a nap and then go to the skate park after with me?”

Harry smiles, already in love with the idea. “Yeah, sounds like a plan cherry.” The two of them quickly fall asleep after, holding each other close, never intending to let go.

[elie2]

A little preview for a Luca fanfic I'm sitting on, where Luca begins school and learns he's in over his head. The drawing belongs to Chelsiegeorgie.

Luca stared at the pre-algebra problems with a rising sense of dread. Maybe the textbook’s cover and the first page were misprints? He flipped to the second page, and the third, only to find more of the same. Oh carp. 

He had expected basic multiplication and division – the things his mother had planned to teach him before Alberto had made his way stealthy appearance. But numbers surrounded by curved lines and fused with letters? Rational numbers? Putting equations in slope intercept form? He may as well have been reading hieroglyphs. 

Were the other kids unprepared too? Right now, they were chatting up a storm about calcio try-outs, who had the most amazing summer vacation exploits to share and the latest fashion trends for the upcoming fall and winter. But could it be that in a few minutes, they would discover their textbooks and then howl in anger about how the teacher had skipped ahead in the curriculum? 

Luca was about to ask Giulia that when an odd-looking man – bearded, half-bald, and with a pointy chin – appeared in the doorway. The chatter died away instantly. So did the enthusiasm. Now that was class was starting in earnest, most of the students looked like they’d made a dreadful mistake coming here. 

 Mr. Aregio locked eyes with them, wearing a perfectly neutral expression.  “The eager young minds of tomorrow. At least that’s what I intended to say. But the only thing you kids seem eager for is more summer vacation. 

He brushed his fingers over his beard. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” 

He went to the board and wrote down ‘PRE-ALGEBRA’ in super-sized letters. 

“Pre-algebra is like all branches of math, really. It’s a basic survival skill. It will follow you in whatever career you end up choosing.” 

Mr. Aregio paused, perhaps for dramatic effect. 

“But it should also be fun. And so, in this class, we’re going to be playing lots of games.” 

Luca saw the girl sat to his left sit up straight in his seat, and a smile tug at Mr. Aregio’s lips.

“Let’s get down to business. I’m going to give you twenty problems to solve. If you get 15 out of 20 correct, you’ll be exempted from homework tonight.”  

He jotted down some hieroglyphs on the board:  (2,1) and (-1, -5) 

“I’d like someone to write me an equation of the line that passes through these points.” 

Behind Luca came the sound of many more students righting their postures.   

“Who wants to go first?” 

Six students raised their hands, including Luca and Giulia.  Four of them did so somewhat half-heartedly, while Luca positively cringed with fear. Meanwhile, Giulia was wriggling like a fish. Nonetheless, it was on Luca that Mr. Aregio’s eyes settled. 

“Ah yes, the sea-monster! Come on up here.” 

“Actually sir,” said Luca, in the most polite voice he could muster, “I’m not sure if I can- 

“Solve the problem alone? Not a problem! We’ll do it together.” 

Luca had little choice but to shuffle his way to the board and pick up a piece of chalk. He hadn’t the faintest idea of what to do next. 

“First, find the slope using the given points” prompted the pointy-chinned man. 

You should have bought back the vespa, a voice whispered in his head. Now it's too late.

Luca fought to keep his cool. If Mr. Aregio could walk him through the problem, he might yet avoid public humiliation. Or anything worse, like getting expelled. “Um…how do I do that?”

“You’ll want to put the points in fraction form.”

“What’s a fraction?”

He guessed, from the way Giulia’’s eyes were flickering with concern, that his answer would set Mr. Aregio off, and it did. 

“Oh come on, Luca, that’s second grade!” shouted the teacher. 

Luca swallowed hard. His voice dropped to a half-whisper. “Yes sir, but, um, I haven’t learned about them yet.” 

It took a seeming eternity for Mr. Aregio to respond. The sight of several students tittering through their hands made the time stretch longer still. 

“My dear Luca” the teacher asked finally, “how much math did they teach you under the sea?” 

[pens-and-gems]

The Wish Chapter 1 Preview

Hey everyone, this post is a preview to my upcoming story titled The Wish. Kinda inspired by my own life, it's about a high schooler, stressed out with her family and school both, wishes that she never existed. Unfortuntately, the wish comes true and now, she must not only get her life back, but also learn to appreciate the small stuff.

Anyways, here's a preview for Chapter !~ Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Scheduling

Thursday, 7:00AM:

7:20AM-Have Breakfast with Family

7:30AM-Board School Bus

7:50AM-Chew Mint-Flavored Sugar Free Gum to Prevent Bad Breath

7:55AM-Get to First Period, Start School

8:00AM-2:50PM-Start School

3:00PM-Fencing Practice

4:00PM-Board Bus to Take Me Home

4:30-6:30PM-Study for AP Chemistry Test

6:35PM-Dinner at the Pretensions'

7:00PM-Get Wilbur to Bed

7:30PM-8:30PM-Finish Book Report on Fahrenheit 451

8:35PM-Get Ready for Bed

8:45PM-Watch Netflix until 9

9:00PM-Bed time!

Extra Notes:

*Pre-Calculus Test Tomorrow

*Spanish 3 Honors Project Due Next Friday

*History Oral Report on WWII Next Monday.

*Fencing Tournament Saturday at 1PM-4PM

"There, my schedule for tomorrow is complete." I said in relief as I sat in my desk in my room on  a Wednesday Night, waiting for the day to completely end, so I can finally start a new one. My school counselor suggested  to me that I should start scheduling my tasks, so I can balance both my school and home life since I tend to be really busy with classes, fencing, and babysitting. Basically, the typical responsibilities almost every seventeen-year-old would have when they're almost done with high school.The truth is, I didn't always like doing these tasks. In fact, I only do them so I can prove myself to them. Them as in my folks; also known as my parents.

You see, my parents are very busy when it comes to their jobs. My mother, Barbara works late as a nurse while my father, Jonathan is a graveyard worker at the hotel downtown. So my siblings and I don't tend to see them often; especially my younger ones: Harold, Bethany or "Betty" as she preferred, and Wilbur. Futhermore, my two older siblings, Wendy and Steven, who are college students, are usually the ones in charge; despite their busy hours of studying. I guess they got use to it so much that they even began to act like Mom and Dad themselves. My oldest sister, Wendy at twenty-three last week had me clean the kitchen from head to toe and whenever I missed a pot or did something wrong, she would snap at me and tell me to do it again. In fact, she would complain about how "that's not how Mom would want it done!" I can still hear her obnoxious shriek in my ears.

Just as I was about to shut off the light and hit the hay, a knock was heard. I groaned to myself and told them to come in.

"Hello baby sister," Wendy greeted me in the most fake loving tone ever.

"Even the deadliest of all killers could fake that." She ignored my sarcasm.

"I know you don't like being bothered, especially this late at night," she continuned.

"It's only two hours and fifty three minutes until midnight, but talk." Wendy rolled her eyes at my deadpan remark. "Anyways, there's been a state of emergency at the hospital tonight. Mom's gonna be busy for the next two nights, and Dad's most likely gonna sleep in. So be prepared, sis. You might have to set up to watch the little ones longer than expected."

"WHAT?!" I began to freak out and flip through my agenda. "But that totally messes up my schedule!" I tried to show her.

UPDATE: 1/11/24

Fixed and edited some mistakes that a friend from Discord helped me out with.

[legallydragonic]

BREAKING BAD SEX SCENES ESSAY (1,953 words)

There are many sex scenes within the show Breaking Bad. Most, if not all of them have some level of significance to the plot and/or give us insight into the psyche of the characters. In this essay, I will be analyzing the significance of each and every sex scene in Breaking Bad. I will not be covering Better Call Saul sex scenes in this essay, though I may cover them in a follow up if I get really bored or it is requested. Obviously, spoiler warning for basically all of Breaking Bad.

In S1E1 of Breaking Bad, Skyler gives Walt a very lackluster and comedically awkward hand job for his 50th birthday. This scene is put in basically to show the audience how much of a loser Walt is at the start of the show. There is no passion in his sex life, as further exemplified in a conversation between Skyler and her sister Marie that takes place in the same episode. In this scene, Skylar confides in her sister and tells her that she thinks Walt has been seeming very distant lately. Marie then asks "How's the sex?" to which Skylar (honestly quite reasonably) responds with "Marie, Jesus!"

Marie ends the conversation with a "I guess that answers that..."

Contrasting the previous sex scene (if you can even call it that) between Skyler and Walt, in S1E1 we see Jesse crawling out of a window half naked as a topless woman throws his clothes out of said window, signifying to us the viewers that Jesse just had sex with his (now former) meth partners neighbor. This tells us that Jesse is a thrill-seeking young lad and possibly a bit of a player with a lively sex life. Very much the antithesis of Walt.

In the same episode, Skyler questions Walt about where he's been all day. Walt, in response to this, engages in sexual intercourse with her, presumably to avoid the questions. This scene directly contrasts the handjob scene as there is clearly some passion with this one, especially compared to the sex life between them that we are shown previously. In my opinion this shows that Walt is growing a certain level of disregard towards taking risks, seeing as Skyler is several months into her pregnancy at the time of this scene. The scene may also show us that Walt is done being a loser and that, with his cancer diagnosis, a flip has been switched. He will no longer be the lame milk toast man that he has been his entire life. S1E2 starts where episode one left off.

In S1E3, there is a brief scene where Jesse has sex with a prostitute in a motel. This scene again shows the audience that Jesse is a bit of a thrill-seeker, but that he's also kind of just a young adult male trying to get his rocks off. (He's supporting sex workers, what a king <3)

S1E7 has two back-to-back sex scenes, the first of which shows Walter rubbing his wife's thigh and crotch area during a school board meeting. This scene continues until Walter's name is called out and he is made to comment on recent events pertaining to equipment from his lab being "stolen" to be used in methamphetamine manufacturing. This scene is followed up with another sex scene where Walt and Skyler passionately have sex in the back of their car. After the deed is done, Skyler asks "Where did that come from? And why was it so damn good?"

To which Walter replies "Because it was illegal." and holyyy shit there's a lot to unpack there.

This is exactly what I meant when I said that the sex scenes can give us insight into the characters psyche because the Walter we see at the very beginning of the show would never even think of doing anything like this. Walter is not only more comfortable with taking risks now, but he actively enjoys it, possibly to a sexual degree. This is only the beginning of his transformation into becoming the monster we see by the end. Bravo Vince. 

The next sex scene actually comes from a minisode called "Good Cop, Bad Cop" that is set before the events of Breaking Bad. This comedic mini-episode is actually a sex tape of Hank and Marie Schrader engaging in erotic roleplay where in Marie is dressed as a police officer and Hank is handcuffed to the bed frame. As the role-playing proceeds, Hank breaks character several times to nag Marie about her lack of authenticity, such as not reading him his Miranda Rights. Marie eventually gets sick of Hank's antics and complains to him about wanting just a little creativity in the bedroom before leaving the room with him still hand-cuffed to the bed. This scene gives us more perspective into the relationship between the Schrader couple while also giving us more insight into the characters individually, especially Hank. Hank is a man that is very concerned with keeping up his macho-man appearance, but I think it's sweet that he's not afraid to let his guard down around his wife.

TW: Sexual Assault

The next "sex" scene occurs in episode 1 of season two. In this scene, Walter is in a state of minor delirium, probably due to the events that he witnessed just prior to coming home, along with the numerous medications that he's on because of his cancer. Walter walks into the kitchen where Skyler is, and starts to engage interocourse with her. Skyler tries to reason with him and get him to stop, but he continues until Skyler has to scream at him to stop, then he finally does. This scene not only shows us the kind of stress that Walt is under, but also the dangerous effects that getting into the meth business is having on him as a person. He is on a slippery slope and it is starting to seep into his personal life and affect the innocents around him. 

Throughout season two, there are multiple pre sex and post sex scenes between Jesse and Jane. Throughout the season we get to see their relationship develop as it eventually builds up to Jane's demise. In all of these scenes, you can really see how much Jesse loved her. He really loved her 😿

The last sex scene of season 2 is shown briefly during episode 13. Jesse is dealing with the death of his girlfriend and he is not coping very well. Walter finds him sleeping in a crack den. Graffiti and trash litter the whole place and two people can be seen having sex on the dirty floor. The purpose of this "sex scene" if you can even call it that, is of course to show the audience how fucked up and vile the place that Jesse's in really is, both physically and emotionally.

In S3E4, Skyler White has sex with her boss, Ted Beneke. At this point in the series, Walt and Skyler are pretty much estranged, much to Walt's dismay. This scene shows that Skyler is, for lack of a better term, done with Walter. She doesn't really want anything to do with him and is sleeping with Ted either out of revenge for how Walt has been making her feel, as a way to distract herself from/relieve the stress that she's under, or just because she is over Walt. Or, maybe a combination of these reasons. Earlier in the same episode, Walt tries to kiss his boss, the principal at the school he works at, for what I suspect to be similar reasons to Skyler's. Though, he is obviously not over her whatsoever. 

In S3E11, we see a post-sex scene between Jesse and Andrea. Andrea asks Jesse if he's carrying any meth on him, to which Jesse responds by scolding her for wanting to get high when her kid will be home in just a few hours. Jesse is shown many times throughout the series to have strict moral boundaries when it comes to the mistreatment of children, this being one of them. This is also an integral scene to the progression  of Jesse and Andreas relationship, as this is where he learns more about her story and the truth about what happened to Combo.

Episode 12 of Season 3 starts with a montage of Wendy, a prostitute, going down on several customers in their cars, as well as kind of just taking us through "a day in the life" with Wendy. This montage basically just serves as a re-introduction to Wendy since she plays a prominent role in this episode. 

The last sex scene of season 3 is a comedic segment in which Marie bets Hank that she can get him hard, and if she does, Hank has to leave the hospital and come home. Now remember, when Hank was first admitted to the hospital, he had next to no feeling in his lower body, yet he was determined to stay in the hospital until he could walk out of there on his own two feet. Hank does end up losing this bet and leaves the hospital in a wheelchair.

In S4E3, a scene takes place that is similar to the one in S2E13 in that two people are shown briefly having sex on the dirty floor of a crack den, the only difference is that this time Jesse's house is the crack den. This scene serves practically the same purpose as the one in S2. Jesse has been feeling an extreme guilt after killing Gale and is keeping a bunch of drugged-up strangers partying at his house as a way to distract himself from the crushing guilt of what he's done. 

Episode 5 of Season 4 shows a sex scene between Walt and Skyler. This was possibly put in to show that their relationship is being rekindled now that they are working together in Walter's slew of crimes. After this scene, Skyler recommends that Walt move back in with her and the kids to "hold up the story" to the IRS of them being happily married.

The last sexual scene in the show takes place during the final minutes of S5E2. In this scene, Walt climbs into bed with Skyler, who has been feeling a heavy guilt over the life-altering accident that she indirectly caused Ted Beneke, her former boss and sexual partner, to get into. Walt tries to manipulate her into not feeling so bad about it by telling her that "When we do what we do for good reasons, then there's nothing to worry about.. and there is no better reason than family."

He tells her this while kissing and rubbing her up and down very intimately. Skyler is visibly uncomfortable as she lays very still in the bed that they now share once again, though she does not explicitly express her discomfort. 

It is implied that they have sex after this, though it is not shown.

The words that he says to Skyler during this scene are very similar to the lies that we know he has been telling himself throughout the whole series to try and justify his own actions to himself. 

These moments of intimacy (or lack thereof) in Breaking Bad carefully demonstrate the interpersonal relationships between characters as well as giving us a look into the psychology and state of mind that the characters are in. These scenes are also seen being used as plot points as well as character introductions. The sex scenes in Breaking Bad, even though 70% of the time it's just old people banging, do serve purpose, and they do make the audience feel. Even if that feeling is usually discomfort. THIS is what television is about.

My friends @tobieasgrey and @jailaffinity told me to write this.......

[stackthedeck]

Your irondad idea re: biodad Peter would become a super villain is so good but you and i both know no one in fandom would write it because the fandom characterization of Tony is supremely soft Good dad and Peter is supremely sweet woobified boy.

That being said, I WOULD be seated for this.

Hey hey hey I'm kissing you so tenderly on the forehead for this because listen I'm going to write this fic! Well, not bio iron dad fic because I want to put my adoption trauma on Peter. But like adopted young enough that he would be a fundamentally different character. I have the last chapter done already but can I give you my outline of the fic because I’m going to give you the outline

Peter loses his parents just like tasm2, he’s taken to Aunt May and Uncle Ben’s house except they’re just a little bit older, a little bit poorer. There’s some kind of PR fumble in Stark Industries and Tony finds Peter, the local science whizz, who’s related to Richard and Mary Parker, they were promising scientists that had an investment interview set up with Stark industries, such a shame about the plane crash. He’s told that Peter’s aunt and uncle already gave up custody, but Obadiah Stane threatens May and Ben to take Peter

Peter has heard of Stark Industries because he’s a science kid and he’s excited. It hasn’t clicked in his brain that he’s never going to see Aunt May and Uncle Ben again. Tony takes Peter to a restaurant and gets him dessert, and it’s the most delicious food he’s ever tasted. Tony takes him to a toy store and buys him a fancy chemistry set. Tony should be present, these scenes should be sweet. Beneath all the hurt that’s going to come, there needs to be the possibility of them being a father and a son

Montage of Tony getting too involved in his work. Peter is given nannies, sent to boarding school, his grades and smiling face served to the press on a silver platter. Peter only truly connects with Tony when they’re working in the lab together. Peter helped build many of Tony’s weapons, but because of child labor laws, Peter can’t take credit. Peter resents this, his father—his real father—was a brilliant scientist that got screwed over by the higher-ups. Peter wants to be the higher-ups. He tells Tony to give him whatever he wants or he’ll go to the press and reveal that he’s had a kid working on bombs. Tony thinks Peter is joking but gives him his card anyway

The plot of Iron Man 1 happens. When Tony is given the award by the government, it’s Peter that picks it up for him, giving a very similar speech to Obadiah. The “he’s always working” has a much sadder twinge to it. Peter and Pepper run into the hot reporter on her way out. Peter plays wide-eyed and innocent and makes a stepmom joke and Pepper does her usual passive-aggressive thing. They high-five when she leaves, but Peter does make a rude comment about Pepper being the help. Peter comes with Tony to the airport and begs to come to the demonstration because he basically built the Jericho missile. Tony says no, says he needs to keep an eye on the company while he’s gone

Conversation with the guy in the cave. “What about you Stark? Got a family?” “Yeah, a brat that’s a little bit too much like me.”

Tony gets back from the cave and finds Peter and Obadiah locked in an argument. They both have a claim to the company. Tony doesn’t settle the argument, just says well I’m not dead so it’s mine. Peter demands that he be made the heir to the company, but Tony just brushes him off and announces that Stark Industries is no longer making weapons. Peter flips out, half those patents are his and now they’re useless. Tony tells him this is for the greater good. He offers to show him how he escaped the cave, but Peter storms off

Tony calls Peter to replace his chest arc reactor. Peter jokingly asks about Tony’s will just in case he fumbles the surgery, Tony says it’s on his to-do list. Peter puts the arc in his chest and asks about the tech. He says he’s come to Tony’s side and he wants to help people with this new tech. Tony falls for it hook line and sinker because he does not know his own kid

Peter works with Tony on the iron man suit for a while until Obadiah starts talking about the board of directors. Peter wants to save the company, put the suit on the market. Tony firmly says no. Peter says he’ll go public with the fact that Tony had a kid working on weapons. Pepper and Obadiah are shocked by this information. Tony says he should, it’ll only give people more of a reason for wanting him to stop. Peter flies off in a huff and Tony returns to the basement. Peter is locked out of Iron Man design from then on (he hacks into the test recordings anyway)

Shenanigans relating to Obadiah’s scheming ensue. Pepper goes to Tony’s office to get the files but finds Obadiah dead, strung up by a spider-web shortly after he comes back from the middle east. The old iron man suit is discovered, Tony pieces together that Obadiah was trying to get rid of him and was going to use the suit for himself but he was missing the arc reactor. Cut to Peter in front of the big arc reactor in Stark Industries, tinkering with a smaller one. Tony puts the pieces together that the only person that would want Obadiah dead is the only other person that’d want to take over the company. Tony asks Jarvis to call someone but the mansion goes dark.

Peter approaches illuminated only by the tiny arc reactor in his hand. He chuckles, firing off a joke about stealing the first one or ever ripping the new one out of his chest, but he’s always done better work than him. Tony tries to talk him down, begs for his life a little. Peter says he doesn’t want him dead. Not anymore anyway, he checked the will, and what with Tony being locked out of the company. No, he wants Tony to start making weapons again with Peter’s improved reactor and his webs, they’ll make millions. Peter will even let Tony put his name on the patents, but as soon as Peter is 18 he wants a controlling share of the company, think of it like an early extremely comfortable retirement. Tony laughs in Peter’s face, they’re not doing weapons, he won’t kill any more people.

Peter presses the reactor to his chest and a suit forms around him, it’s the iron spider suit. An arm shoots out, piercing the reactor in Tony’s chest and pinning him to the floor. Peter gives a grand speech about his father, Richard Parker and all the work he was doing with genetic engineering. They were on their way to beg for investment from Stark Industries, hoping that by having such close ties to a company in the pocket of the military, the government wouldn’t touch them. But they were shot down, their work too risky. It’s all in the company files, how long has Tony been hiding this from him? Tony says he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Peter laughs sadly, of course, he didn’t even think to google Peter before tearing him away from his family. But Peter carries his father’s DNA, his legacy and his work lives on in him. Except Stark plucked him out of that legacy, forced him to slave under the Stark name when he could have been doing so much more. And for what? Peter’s not even getting the company that he helped build! He’s going to have a legacy one way or the other, Tony is not just going to throw him away at least not before Peter can throw him away.

They fight, Tony manages to get to the iron man suit and he pulls the same thing he did with Stane, ice problem. Peter’s suit is much smaller so Tony catches him and places him on the roof so he doesn’t die on impact. Tony grabs the arc reactor off Peter’s chest and the suit comes with it, revealing his kid, barely 15 underneath it in a stupid graphic t-shirt. Tony tries to hug Peter, but Peter rips the faceplate off Tony’s suit, crumpling it in his hand. Tony is like wait how the fuck did you do that? Peter explains that he got bitten by a spider on a field trip last year, it’s how he found his father’s research. He’d sneak out of boarding school late at night, the school called him to explain his poor attendance, but Tony never returned their calls. He didn’t even know Peter got expelled until now. Peter starts ripping Tony’s suit apart doing a full villain monologue about how Tony didn’t pay attention to him, how he ripped Peter away from his family and expected him to be cool with it, how being a PR stunt meant that Peter was always in the limelight and the press was terrible to him—calling him Tony’s bastard and so much worse—and all it did was erase the Parker life work and legacy. Tony didn’t want a son, he didn’t even want an heir, he wanted a scapegoat. If Tony really cared about that poor kid from Queens, he would have paid for his school, would have paid for Aunt May and Uncle Ben to get better, and would have told Peter when they died! But no, he wanted another shiny toy, that’s all Peter ever was to him.

Peter is about to rip the arc reactor out of Tony’s chest when Tony fires a repulsor beam from it. The beam hits Peter point blank in the chest and he goes flying over the edge of the roof. Tony gets to his feet and tries to look for Peter but he stumbles, the arc reactor is damaged. Pepper and the SHIELD agents find him just as Tony loses consciousness.

Tony is going into the press conference at the end of the movie, but he’s still thinking about Peter. Tony does the whole “I am Iron Man” thing but just as the reporters stand to ask questions, all their phones buzz. Tony looks to his own phone to see a stream of headlines reporting on a new hero, Spider-Man, who just stopped a Stark brand missile from blowing up the United Nations. Tony grabs Pepper and asks her if Stark Industries has a building in New York.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Titans Academy

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans, Arrowfam

Summary: Grant struggles to accept his new reality when Roy takes him in and enrolls him in Titans Academy. He must adjust to life at a boarding school and life with his new foster family (Roy and Lian). Can he learn to trust the people who claim to care about him? Or will he shut himself off from love altogether?

Chapters: 8/?

Characters: Grant Emerson, Roy Harper, Bart Allen, Toni Monetti, Cody Driscoll, Lian Harper, Jade Nguyen, Audrey Spears, Tommy Blake Jr.

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Boarding School AU, No Powers AU, Found Family, Second Chances, Roy Harper is a Legal Guardian, Roy Harper is a Father, POV First Person, Grant Emerson POV, Autistic Bart Allen

Chapter Eight: School Breakfast

I woke at four and dressed for school when I was well enough. I helped Lian tie her shoes and did chores with Roy. So, all the tasks students had were assigned by the week. If I had the stables one week, I had kitchen duty the next week, trash duty, and classroom cleaning, and then we would start over. Kitchen duty was intense. I started at five in the morning with Roy and Donna. They wanted me to help make breakfast. I had to make waffle batter for over a hundred kids. Four different ways. Roy sat Tommy in a high chair, and Lian refilled the napkins. "Thank you, Lian," Roy smiled. Lian nodded and stood beside me on a stool.

"You're doing a good job," Lian reassured me. I relaxed my shoulders and smiled. "Daddy's gonna be so proud of you."

"Thanks, Lian. That makes me feel good," I replied honestly.

"That's how you deserve to feel," Lian grinned. My throat went dry, and I teared up. It was the first time I'd wanted to cry since I was a kid. I hadn't cried in so long, but that did something to me. Roy picked up on it immediately.

"Hey, Grant, can you help me with one of the sign-in charts for the lunchroom?" Roy asked. I nodded and followed him to the lunchroom entrance while Donna finished making the waffles. "You alright?"

I shut my eyes until they stopped watering. "Uh-huh... Yeah... I felt weird for a second, but I'm okay now," I replied.

"What happened?" Roy asked. His voice was painfully gentle.

"Nothing... I mean... I'm not used to feeling special," I replied, "I don't know... What she said back there-. I got choked up for a second."

"Thanks for sharing that with me. I think I understand. Are you really okay, though?" Roy questioned. I nodded. "Kitchen duty kicking your backside yet?"

"I never had to cook back home. I had-. They were traditional," I replied, "So this is all new to me..."

Roy named the kids that came in, and I checked their names on the clipboard list. Bart ran straight into me, and he stopped in his tracks. "What's the matter?" Roy asked.

"I couldn't sleep. My uncle didn't call last night," Bart replied, "And I still don't know who's picking me up for the family week."

Roy looked Bart in the eye and took the clipboard from me. He flipped to the last page and wrote something down before handing the piece of paper to Bart. "But I can-."

"It's okay, Bart. If anyone needs a soft day, it's you," Roy replied, "I'll bring you your breakfast."

Bart nodded and left the cafeteria. "What's a soft day?" I asked.

"It's basically a mental health day. We all take them sometimes," Roy answered, "This school is here to build you guys up, not force you to put on smiles and pretend things are fine when they're not."

"No kiddin'... You really care about kids, don't you?" I whispered. I didn't mean to say that out loud, but I'm a dork like that.

"I care about everybody," Roy replied, "Cody, what are you doing here?"

"Got switched back to kitchen duty because some kid lost their kitchen privileges," Cody replied, "Are you supervising here today?"

"Mhm, know what that means? Wanna turn on the radio and show Grant how to set the table?" Roy asked.

"Waffles today?" Cody asked.

"Yup," Roy replied.

Cody led me back to the kitchen and turned on the radio. "So, you live with Roy and not in the dorms?" Cody asked. I nodded. "You're gonna fill the shakers for the tables with cinnamon sugar. The little kids like sprinkles, so we fill shakers with sprinkles too. I'll do the sprinkles."

Cody set out the shakers and the cinnamon sugar. "What are the dorms like?" Grant asked.

"It sucks when your roommate moves out, especially if you get along with them. I got a new roommate, but we don't talk much. People say I'm hard to get along with because I can be a jerk sometimes," Cody replied. I shrugged it off and filled the shakers. "Sorry about the other day."

"It's nothin'," I replied.

"You like living with Roy?" Cody asked. He filled the sprinkles jars so fast it made my head spin. "You'll catch up."

"It's okay... Everybody likes him here, or they're acting like it-."

"Oh no, he's as cool as everyone says," Cody replied, "He cares... I got here the same week as two other kids. Then another girl showed up a little while after. He treated us like we were his kids. He still checks in with all of us."

"And you've been here how long?" I asked.

Cody loaded all the full shakers onto two trays. "A couple of months before you. We're gonna put two of each on the table. Let me get the first table to show you," Cody explained. I followed him around and set the shakers out. Once we finished setting them out, Cody gestured for me to follow him. "We're front of the line for breakfast." I stood in line behind him, and we got the same stuff. Waffles, strawberries, sausage, and syrup. The bell rang, and kids started pouring in from all directions. A girl sat next to Cody, and she whispered something to him. He grinned.

"What?" I asked.

"She wanted to know if you were cool," Cody replied, "Audrey, this is Grant. Grant, this is Audrey... Audrey, where's Toni?"

"Caught up cleaning one of the classrooms probably... I bet you they stuck her in Health again," Audrey replied. Audrey. What a babe! But I think she had her sights set on Cody. I could tell by the way she looked at him. I don't think he saw her that way, though. I could tell by the way he looked through her when she talked. Still, I thought she was cute. "Hi, Grant. Nice to meet you," Audrey smiled as she reached to shake my hand.

"Wayyy nicer to meet you, Audrey," I grinned. Hey. Don't blame a guy for trying. Audrey dumped her container of whipped cream on her waffles and covered them in sprinkles.

"Are you staying here during family week?" Audrey asked. I nodded. "Me too. Donna's my dorm parent. It's not so bad staying here during family week. The school's like family anyway."

Cody picked over his waffles. "I said you could come home with my mom and me," Cody muttered.

"Wouldn't that be weird?" Audrey asked.

"My mom knows about you. She said it'd be okay... If it's too short notice, though, you can still come to stay with us, Driscolls, for winter break," Cody offered. Audrey smiled and nodded.

Yeah, there was no way I had a chance with her. Cody had somewhere to go. Lian put a cushion down and sat next to me. Roy put her tray down and asked me to help her while he checked in with some of the kids. "Morning, Lian," Audrey smiled.

"Good morning! Hi, Cody," Lian greeted them. I opened her butter and syrup, and she ate her fruit while I cut up her waffles into bite-sized pieces.

"How's your mom, Lian?" Cody asked.

"She went to D.C.," Lian replied, "Mommy has a big test to take."

"I hope she passes," Cody smiled.

Lian thanked him and ate her breakfast. I liked the meals. It was probably my favorite thing about the school. It wasn't quite family, but it felt pretty close.

[casliveblog]

Custom Toonami Block Week 136 Rundown

Spy X Family: So the group finds out they actually failed getting into Edin College despite what happened last episode but it’s okay since Elegance Man punching out the asshole dude did bump them up to the top of the waiting list and there’s almost always a dropout or two. Yor’s just immediately on board for murdering someone to improve their chances which is fucking funny but luckily it doesn’t come to that and like one night later they get a call that they’re in. They have a mini-party with Count Scruffyhead (I didn’t learn his real name and that’s what they call him for this episode so that’s what I’m gonna call him) and him and Yor get drunk off their fucking asses and convince Loid that Anya deserves a reward for getting in and that somehow turns into him calling in thousands of dollars worth of Spy Resources to stage a Lupin the Third style phantom thief rescue mission in an unopened theme park for Anya’s favorite show. So basically Loid gets to show off his spy skills in the Disney castle to J-pop while Count Scruffyhead hams it up as the villain and drunk Yor vibes in the background. The final boss actually is drunk-ass Yor and luckily she passes out before she can fucking accidentally kill Loid and I have no idea how any of these people have alibis around each other anymore like I guess Loid just thinks Yor’s some Rock Lee style drunken boxers who can flip cows over idk everyone’s really smart about their own secrets and really dumb about everyone else’s secrets but that’s the name of the game I guess but if they ever try to pull an actual reveal where they find out what’s going on there’s gonna be a like ‘You know there WERE signs…’ deal. But yeah, not it’s time for the greatest challenge of all… private school.

Inuyasha: It’s the start of the Naginata of Kenkon filler arc and if you told me this was a recycled script from a scrapped Inuyasha movie I’d believe you. We start off with Kagome sucking at school as usual for someone that goes to school like ten days a year, when Hojo busts in like ‘yo check out my family tree there’s a girl named Kagome that means there’s logical precedent for us getting together right?’ and Kagome’s too full of school-related despair to even acknowledge it at the time but she’s the only know that knows it’s technically possible that it could really be her since they do know Hojo’s ancestor from the second movie. I remember being so confused as a kid because I DID see the second movie but it’s not like they played them in order or anything so I kinda forgot Akitoki was in it by the time this episode came around. But yeah the plot does kinda a decent job of weaving into canon with Akitoki saying he wanted to get his cursed family blade purified at Mt. Hakurei but since Mt. Hakurei kinda blew up at the end of that arc and a bunch of demons flew out it prolly won’t work so Kaede directs them to the second most holy and thankfully much closer shrine around. Along the way Hojo’s Milo Murphying his way through shit because of the curse which I guess having an enormously cursed half of a demon naginata translates to ‘being kinda clumsy disturbingly frequently’ and also they’re being attacked by Demon Ninjas… which are demons that are also ninjas. I feel like playing that scene from DBZ Abridged where Piccolo calls out the filler villain squad every time because we basically always get the same group which is weird because Inuyasha doesn’t do villain squads all THAT often and getting non-Inuyasha fights is usually a nice change of pace but usually there’s not much to the design besides an elemental demon for one of the lesser guys to fight, Anyway they get bombed by the demon ninjas and Kagome and Hojo get thrown off a bridge, the end.  

Yu Yu Hakusho: Now that Kurama’s starting to put together the pieces of how Gamemaster’s power works, he realizes that the kid will die when he loses the game since the Goblin King dying is part of the game’s ending, unlike players that have continues and can start over. Apparently Sensui’s nihilism made him pick a game that will off one of his teammates even if he does exactly what he wants, probably a ‘better to die in a game than be killed by demons or live in this corrupt world’ kind of villain motivation. He tells Gamemaster this right before the game starts and the kid who’s only motivation is ‘the apocalypse cancels school right?’ fucking breaks down knowing now that he’s playing the villain the only way out is death. This comes into play as Kurama’s game against him is what I can only describe as Sudoku Tetris which sounds ridiculously hard. Gamemaster thinks back to meeting Sensui which is a scene FULL of stranger danger at this point and it looks like he does have at least some idea of what he’s gotten himself into but was mostly in it to make video games real. The realization that he’s going to die kind of makes it hard to focus even for the guy that knows the fucking code of this game inside and out because apparently Sudoku Tetris isn’t as predictable as the quiz show. Kurama’s not about to hesitate to kill a kid though and brutally ends the game with less than half his screen full. Kurama’s fucking pissed Sensui led a child to throw his life away without even knowing it and Hiei’s just like ‘yeah we kill kids all the time no biggie at least I didn’t have to play a fucking video game’ which I kinda wish we got a scene of Hiei playing Fruit Ninja or some shit but yeah now we’ve got a dead kid and we’re at the final boss and now Gourmet and Kuwabara are in the boat instead of the psychic monk guy so Kurama’s ready to murder everyone because he does not like being forced to murder kids though this series is terrible with sticking to sad death scenes so I doubt this’ll stick.

Jujutsu Kaisen: So yeah Sukuna’s out and about now and challenges Megumi to a fight to celebrate his new body-having…ness but not before ripping out his own heart since if Yuji switches back while he doesn’t have a heart he’ll die but for Sukuna it’s a mild inconvenience. Megumi wants to fight him to force him to heal enough for Yuji to come back but this guy’s the final boss and Megumi’s Part 1 Sasuke levels of ‘stronger than he should be but not strong enough to break the story flow’ and he’s also dropping shadow puppets left and right. We get a little of his backstory which is your standard ‘mom was cool and died but dad named be after a girl and left’ backstory, you know how it goes, hopefully we’ll get more info on that later because we seem to be getting driveby flashbacks without much depth for these backstories. But yeah before Megumi can do his super ultimate shadow technique deal, Yuji comes back and fucking dies on the spot. Gojo’s mad and says it was probably people pissed off at Gojo himself and wanting to spite him for getting Yuji’s execution on hold but that’s kinda fucked up because they had not guarantee it’d be Yuji that died or that it wouldn’t also kill Nobara and Megumi. But yeah, Yuji’s dead and only took three fingers with him, so uhhh… short series, guess we’re focusing on Megumi and Nobara’s survivor’s guilt now. We also meet the second year squad, discount Nanao Ise, Rice Ingredient Man and Pandaman, because we learned from Tekken that if you just throw a Panda into a fight it’ll be way more fun. They invite Megumi and Nobara to your local shonen tournament dealie and their friend just died because they couldn’t beat up a giant naked man without the help of their friend’s four-armed hollow tailed beast deal so they’re like ‘yeah sure training arc sounds good’. Also Yuji’s not dead because of course he’s not but it still is pretty creepy to think that he’s like a corpse and the original heart and hand he was born with are gone now like it’s like the Ship of Theseus how much does Sukuna have to heal him before he’s a completely different person from when he started?

Chainsaw Man: Picking up immediately where we left off with Denji about to feel up Power, aside from her padding her chest the whole experience isn’t the world-shattering nirvana-inducing eternal bliss he was expecting. He brings it up to Makima in a similar yet more crude way to Fullmetal Alchemist: if the pursuit of the dream is more enioyable than attaining it then what’s the point? Makima basically tells him that pleasure is fleeting but you can extend it with torturous teasing and actually giving a fuck about the person by forming a parasocial relationship with them, so basically the same model used by OnlyFans. She also wins him over by promising to fuck him if he gets the big head honcho arc Devil so we’ve basically reset the goalpost of the arc to introduce a real villain. We also get a little of Aki’s backstory and get to see his whole family killed by the Gun Devil which should probably be called the Nuclear Bomb Devil with how it fucking obliterates shit in seconds (if this took place in the 1960s it would definitely be the Nuclear Bomb Devil). But yeah when there’s supernatural devils running around everywhere people just start buying up guns so the whole world became America for a bit and America became SUPER AMERICA so there was a terrorist attack that shot that through the roof (I like how there’s a number of actual attacks this could be referencing but since it’s America it doesn’t even narrow it down a little and probably for the best since relating it too close to an actual attack in your manga about groping boobs would probably offend people). So then the world basically banned and censored guns to cut off its power but peeps are still afraid of it because who wouldn’t be. Also I’m like 100% sure America didn’t actually sign on to the bans because the most American thing to do is be like “GUN DEVIL!? WE CAN SOLVE THAT WITH MORE GUNS!!” But yeah now they gotta collect the jewel shards since enough bullets will act like a compass to the real Gun Devil. Aki Squad and Himeno Squad go to a hotel to hunt down one such bullet-eating devil and spend way too much time talking about smooching Himeno and Denji pretends to be monogamous for like 0.00001 seconds before going balls to the walls on getting smooched. Turns out Himeno and Aki used to be partners and while Aki decided to become Sasuke with a boner for his superior, Himeno decided to literally just fuck around and find out, I mean that’s her prerogative, also she got a ghost hand, feels like a literal embodiment of the fear of ghosts should be able to do more than squeeze shit but I guess that’s all you get for the payment of an eye. Also the hotel is doing some PT-Shining shit and looping and we’ve got a perfect cast of horror movie dumbasses so this should be fun.

Ranking of Kings: Turns out Kage was in Bojji’s bag the whole time and that’s why it protected his head after he fell off the tower and why it returned to him randomly after it got stolen, and it was even Kage protecting him from eating the poisoned food by the campfire, honestly that’s really good foreshadowing, enough to make you realize something’s going on without outright giving it away. Turns out creepy snake dude actually sent Kage to protect Bojji while trustworthy sword dude was the one trying to kill him, real Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone switcheroo. Kage gives Bojji a new crown and leads him down deeper into the literal hell hole saying that the king of the underworld will help make Bojji strong enough to fend off all the attempts on his life. Meanwhile Daida is having a Rick and Morty style montage of multiple things being murdered to create a simple drink including throwing his dad’s corpse into a wood chipper and super murdering a phoenix to make a good ol’ dad shake just in time for father’s day. Turns out creepy snake guy’s full of good advice since Daida flashes back to him telling him struggling for strength is what makes him strong and he throws the dad shake away, fully pissing off his magic mirror but given it’s just a pane of glass it ain’t gonna do shit, though weird Spear Guy who Daida almost had killed is on his way down to find him so who knows. Meanwhile Domas gets confronted by the other guard guy that actually likes Bojji and Domas is flashing back to Daida being like ‘wow you sure are untrustworthy for verbally betraying your student, to prove you’re trustworthy to me you should kill that student’ which doesn’t make any kind of sense but okay. Anyway second guard dude is pissed but he can’t do shit so Domas knocks him out and cuts off his own hand as punishment or some shit idk this episode got real bloody real quick between dismemberments and turning people into milkshakes.

Vinland Saga: With Thorfinn now trapped on the ship of the guy he wants to kill he finds screaming about murder isn’t enough to keep him alive and almost dies of thirst before Askeladd’s crew hit land at another village and Thorfinn passes out long enough for the real pillaging to start. Thorfinn finds Askeladd sleeping and is about to just fucking murder him in his sleep but takes at least part of his dad’s pacifist message to heart and decides if he’s gonna commit bloody murder he’ll at least commit Odin-sanctioned bloody murder and kill Askeladd in a duel. The funny thing is it looks like Askeladd was awake and was ready to let him kill him if he tried to jump him in his sleep but as soon as he gets challenged to a real fight he just beats the shit out of Thorfinn since the kid’s using a sword that’s basically the same height as him. Thorfinn does a mini training arc in the woods and figures out he’s better off with his knife since he can swing it easier and throw it. We also cut back to Ylva and she’s working through her grief in her own way by overworking and as soon as she’s forced to take a second’s rest she breaks down crying (if this series was about Ylva hunting down her father’s killer and being a badass Viking lady I’d still watch that) also Leif says he’s gonna find Thorfinn but apparently they didn’t think to look too hard when they lost him like it’s not a big boat where the fuck did they think he was I really wanna know what happened in that scene. Thorfinn’s basically doing the camping montage from the All is One, One is All episode of FMA and gets like 10% more deadly which is pretty good for what’s implied to be a long weekend but it’s not enough to take down adults so Askeladd just kicks his ass again and tells him he’ll fight him again when he’s proven himself as a real warrior. So now we’ve got our kid with borderline Stockholm syndrome ignoring his father’s wishes to live up to the toxic masculinity of his culture, basically the exact inverse of How to Train Your Dragon.

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Recurring Dream - Part 3

Note: Buckle up, buttercups! This one was longer than I thought it would be, but worth it. Should I make one more as the finale or leave it as how it is? I dunno how to feel in leaving it like this but oh well. Also, want to be tagged? Click here and follow the instructions!

Taglist: @samarill @the-real-fandom-person

Warnings: Trauma, implied torture, implied death, panic attacks, selective amnesia, GN reader, angst to (slight) comfort, not proof-read

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (You are here!)

Masterlist

The first day back was horrid. You tried to even remember what you used to do before... whatever it was that happened before, reworked your day. Your loved ones checked up on you, as you had slept for almost 2 days straight. Your job and school had thankfully been, and each gave you the rest of the week since they deemed it necessary for you to recover...

Recover from what?

You had woken up in cold sweats and screams, scaring your neighbors half to death and at times having police checking up on you. You had just about thrown everything out of your bed. You wouldn't even dare touch your devices without having a panic attack.

Your family and friends were worried, and one had begged you to get help from a therapist. You would always decline since just leaving your room alone was a hassle. It was made worse that your appetite was long gone for days, and although they had tried to have you eat... you just couldn't.

Your devices were thrown away or downgraded to the mere basics. A flip phone for communication, a simple computer for work.

And then there were the scars.

You first notice almost invisible scars lining your skin, which would make your mind blank and tears fall from your eyes. One of your family members had gotten too close to you one time and noticed them as well. Which made them question you even more. When one of your friends mentioned Genshin Impact, you exploded into tears and babbled away while going into a corner to curl into.

They learned not to mention certain things. Your friends would only come over to check up on you and play board games. They would know that chess nor checkers were an option, so they would go to other games that wouldn't trigger your trauma. Some colors would make you scream and back away, as vermillion eyes full of hate came up on your mind. You were just in shambles, and the people in your life were left with picking up the pieces.

Meanwhile, in the world of the game you had abandoned...

"Master Diluc... please. Just eat something!" Adeline was holding a plate of food, some of the wine tycoon's favorites, just so he could at least gain some energy for the day. "Master Diluc, please. Just a bite, and I shall no longer complain." His previously brilliant eyes had dulled as he looked at his head maid. He stared at her as she flinched away, not used to his sullen eyes and dull colors. He looked around the room he resided in now, the space you were recovering in before they had sent you back to your own world.

"Tell me, Adeline. How could I possibly eat when I-" he cut himself off, his chest constricting as he recalled your screams. His gloved hands covered his face as more images of his sins against the person he had come to love and adore flashed before him. "How could I possibly eat when I have tortured our Holiness? The very person who cried for me, the very person who guided me and made me stronger. The person whose very kindness I have only returned with pain." His body shook as the screams continued to echo in his ears and mind. When he used the weapon, you had painstakingly grinded for him just to execute you.

After he and the Raiden Shogun had used their weapons to kill you, they had thrown them away to help you. Seeing your golden ichor, their hearts dropped as gasps were heard around you.

Luckily, as a higher Deity, you had splendid healing. Albedo and several others had rushed to you to save you. They stitched your neck and the stab wound from Raiden's polearm and healed you as best they could... but for some reason, their healing just didn't do what they had hoped.

It didn't erase the torture that layered your skin. It didn't erase the scars that laid on your skin as beautifully grotesque lines. And it certainly did not erase the trauma that your mind succumbed to.

Diluc looked back up and stared at the bed you had previously been in. He had given up his own room, knowing it was the most enormous and comfortable room in his home. He had argued against the other nations that it was only right he would host you to make up what he did. Clearly though...

He failed you.

Albedo and the Archons were hosted in Mondstadt to make sure you were in safe hands and to personally apologize. The first couple of times you had woken up, though, was a complete nightmare for all involved. The innocent bystanders, the regular Vision-less citizens of the town, had to listen to your world-shattering screams every time you awoke. It was to the point some of them hoped you wouldn't wake up anymore just so you wouldn't be tortured as you relived your memories. The others wished you had sweeter dreams than that of the reality that was given to you.

The Traveler had witnessed it all, and although they felt you were their precious person outside of their realm, they could do nothing as they were pushed away from you by the other Vision holders who were angered at your appearance. They had thought about what their sibling had said about how cruel this world was. They were finally able to meet you when it was too late, when the scars were on your skin, and your eyes were shut in a hopefully sweet dream. The one time you woke up when they were with you, you had clung to them as you had begged to go back home. The Traveler saw the despair and desperation in your eyes and carefully hugged you until you fell limp again from exhaustion. They had looked at Paimon, and Paimon sadly stared at your sleeping figure. "We need to get them home," Paimon solemnly nodded and looked back at their closest friend, "I think I know who could help."

The Traveller and Paimon both worked together to get the others to agree to send you back, while Albedo and Sucrose worked on a portal to send you back. As the days passed, they were horrified that they had no way of sending you back wholly unscathed, but they knew it was far better than you staying in Teyvat with no help. And so they got everything ready for you to return to your world's comfort.

They watched as you struggled with what they had done and watched as your loved ones tried to help you. They could only stay silent as you only looked at your devices with fear in your eyes. They silently watched as you slowly moved on with love and care you deserved. Your merchandise, based on those that used to be lovingly cared for, soon was left in a black bag and sold away. Everything was changed for your comfort.

They happily sacrificed your love for them so you could be happy and healthy again. They only watched you in silence and puppeteered in the shadows so you wouldn't have a hard time. Time passed, and you soon no longer curled into a corner of your room. You no longer sobbed at the mention of anything that was related to Genshin Impact. Your mind had been tricked into thinking it was not real and that the scars lingering on your skin were just really cool tattoos that you wanted to look cool.

Soon you began to smile again.

[3liza]

A friend recently told me he went off his amphetamine-based ADHD meds because he heard they cause Alzheimer's, which freaked me the absolute fuck out and now I'm too nervous to take mine. Is this something you've heard of/are you aware of any research on the subject? I understand that you aren't a medical authority and cannot give Medical Advice (TM) but reading your various twitter dot com threads about masks, drugs, things of that nature, I have judged you to be a very shrewd and thorough reader of the scientific literature so I thought I'd ask.

no, they absolutely do not "cause alzheimers". there is some evidence that methamphetamine abuse causes an alzheimer's-like form of dementia and increases alzheimer's diagnoses in later life. meth abuse appears to rapidly age the brain, basically. while there are consequences to every single drug including caffeine, moderate amphetamine use without chronic abuse and with adequate sleep, diet, and lifestyle appears to be an extremely low-risk, low-consequence use of drugs. not to be too flip about it but there's a reason adderall (l and r amphetamines) and modafinil (not an amphetamine, but has some overlapping cognitive, alertness and focus-stimulating properties while being much less of a stimulant for more people) have been the med school (and, i have to assume, medical practitioner) drugs of choice for a decade.

there is a massive medical and scientific difference between "use" and "abuse" and they cause extremely different effects in the brain, across all substances. adderall is not methamphetamine. adderall is levo-amphetamine + dextro-amphetamine, which are different molecules than methamphetamine (but are in the same family). even methamphetamine can be a safe medication when not abused, it's just rarely prescribed these days because adderall is a lot more difficult to party with. idk if youre on adderall or what, but the only established connection (as of now, as far as i can find, and as far as i am currently aware) between anything resembling 'adhd meds' and dementia is meth abuse.

many drugs including amphetamines cause something called "neurotoxicity" which is a very broad and scary term that basically means "garbage in the brain". many things cause neurotoxicity including sleep deprivation, a bad diet, lack of exercise, stress, trauma, just being alive and doing tasks every day etc. your body deals with brain garbage the same way it deals with garbage everywhere else: by using the built-in filtration systems we all have (organs like the kidney and liver, the lymphatic system which moves fluid around the body, the basic blood circulatory system, the digestive system, etc) to pick up the trash all over the body and throw it out (via excretion, including breathing, sweat, poop, and pee). this mostly happens when you are asleep, which is one reason you feel so shitty when you're sleep deprived enough, and why not getting enough sleep makes you start to get really, really sick faster than any other lifestyle factor. you dont feel drunk, lose significant cognitive power, or fuck up your immune system after 2 days without exercise or healthy food, but 2 days without sleep makes every human on earth start to really lose it.

there's also a broad hypothesis called Opponent Process Hypothesis which states that if your brain or body get used to functioning with a substance on board, you will get worse at functioning without them and your "baseline" will be worsened. im not sure how this differs from the definition of "addiction" but heres an interesting paper about how doing a lot of speed specifically as a child when your brain is still squishy can possibly mess up your homeostasis (internal balance of systems) later on. i submit this as a curiosity only as i do not have the expertise to know whether the paper is good or accurate or well-researched, and i didn't read the whole thing because im super busy this week, so it might be bullshit. every science paper you read on pubmed or smething? always keep in mind it might be bullshit. this is part of the scientific mindset lol

related to the above: adults over the age of about 25-30 have a lot less to fear from brain-altering chemicals than younger adults and especially children. your brain and personality become significantly less malleable once you're older than about 27. the precise age of neural maturity is a little different for everyone, but very young soft brains have a lot more to fear from long term effects of drugs. im leery about prescribing these drugs to children, and i also think young people are entitled to party but should really try to be moderate substances users if at all (in their own self-interest), but on the other hand i found my ritalin (methylphenidate, not an amphetamine but has some similar functions) very helpful when i was a kid, so i think the jury is out on that one.

neurotoxicity (and tolerance) is why you are recommended to not exceed your prescribed dose and to take regular breaks. two or three days without adderall gives your body time and opportunity to clear out any garbage it may have left behind, and returns your tolerance to baseline (or close to it). we don't currently have any way to get the good effects of things like stimulants and sedatives without "paying for it" with consequences like neurotoxicity or nasty cholinergic pathway stuff for sedatives (this is probably just a physical law and not anything we can fix or overcome even in the long term of scientific progress), but stimulants used in moderation are some of the safest drugs around. abusing stimulants is dangerous as hell, and incredibly damaging to your body, but you can fuck yourself by ingesting too much caffeine too, even in small ways. if you feel fucked up on days you dont get your usual coffee or tea or red bull, congrats, that is a consequence of caffeine addiction. we are probably all pretty different than we would be without caffeine freely available.

furthermore, going off your ADHD meds because of nothing except anxiety, and making your daily function more stressful and difficult as a result, may be worse for your health in the long run. stress is a straight line to disease, which is why people with trauma get sick a lot, and get sicker the older they get. now if you want to stop taking your meds for any reason that's valid and worth exploring, but not because adhd meds cause alzheimer's, because they dont.

most of the "things you hear" about drugs are the end result of a game of telephone from a scientific study of totally unknown veracity, to a headline of totally unknown journalistic integrity, through a series of people who are laymen with no understanding of the chemical or medical mechanisms involved in how the drug works. by the time this "fact" reaches you, it is usually mangled beyond belief or totally false. so i appreciate you taking the time to ask me about it because maybe i can provide some resources to get the confusion cleared up.

not everyone has the time or skillset to read scientific papers but you can also just ask some doctors, starting with the one who prescribed the drug to you. you can call the front desk and say hey, can i get a phone appointment with dr butt or a nurse practitioner, i just need to ask some questions about my medication. most doctors are willing to explain things to you if you ask them, many clinics and practicies have nruse practitioners on staff who can help if the doctor is busy, and it's okay to ask follow up questions like "can you explain it again using simpler language" or "can you explain what [term i didnt understand] is". doctors often will rattle off definitions and explanations of processes from memory from medical school or articles without realizing they're using terminology that a layman doesn't understand. most of the time they aren't doing it on purpose and aren't trying to confuse or dominate you, theyre just on autopilot because they aren't used to patients actually wanting to hear explanations for things. sometimes doctors are just assholes but usually you can just ask nicely and they will explain things.

semi-off topic, when searching PubMed for the terms "amphetamine" and "dementia" to make sure i hadn't missed something, i found a lot of early work on treating dementia and age-related cognitive impairment with amphetamines and other stimulants, which is something ive wondered about for a long time. apparently it works well, which is cool. i think we should stop trying to sedate dementia patients into lassitude and maybe try more to give them some of their brain function back, because ultimately that is going to be the least stressful treatment.