#bc like. i'm probably not going to move again for a while so wherever i go i want to make sure i really like it

[queenerdloser]

i'm going to see an apartment i really really like on wednesday (it is SO BIG! right in the neighborhood i like best! outside building is beautiful, on a tree-lined street, hardwood floors, so many windows!!) but i like. am trying to keep myself from getting too attached ahead of time bc it's just like a littleeee too expensive and i really should be realistic and get something about 100-200 dollars cheaper. but i love it soooo much, i want it so bad lmao.

[wondernus]

˗ˋˏ When We Meet Chapter 1 ˎˊ˗

synopsis: there is only so much forgiving and forgetting you can do when you end up getting stood up by your date over and over again. so when you're stuck between the best friend, the first crush, and their mysterious roommate whose existence seemed like a myth, you can only hope the decision you've been making is the right one.

pairing: kmg x reader

chapter tags: food, university setting in the past

wc: 1.8k

message from nu: when we meet chapter 1!!! this chapter may be a little familiar for some of my longer followers bc I posted a portion of this as a snippet about a year ago. but I'm still excited to share this new series with you all hehe. - nu

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DK is positive that if he sneezed, the puff of air that shoots out of his nose would be strong enough to knock over the guy he is currently helping hold steady.

But Kim Mingyu — tall, lanky, and irrationally stubborn, refuses to accept help from his obviously more capable roommate. He stands on his makeshift stepladder and attempts to shimmy out his giant hard-shell suitcase he somehow managed to store at the top of his closet the day he moved into the dorm. However, the only thing Mingyu seems to be taking out of his closet is the dust that collected on top of his belongings. And DK is trying his very best not to sneeze.

Who would have thought that Kim Mingyu would be built like one of those wavy inflatable tube guys you see while driving past car dealerships on the highway? His little self-intro on the university roommates request page painted him to be an outgoing type of guy — likes photography, running, and dogs; dislikes people who are rude to waiters, bad vibes, and heights. His profile picture was an aesthetic photo of him in some art museum in Europe. Mingyu turned out to be exactly who and how he described himself. However, had DK or Minghao known their literal pre-serum Steve Roger roommate wasn’t who they thought him to physically be, they would’ve assigned him to the loft bed with the standing closet when they were deciding bedspaces before moving into their dorms.

Now, DK can only stand behind his roommate with his two hands gripped firmly around the wooden chair’s backrest and hope the suitcase doesn’t take his roommate out before the mosquitos from wherever Mingyu is heading do.

For starters, it’s hard to believe a college sophomore — one who has to sleep on the bottom bunk because the floor is closer to the humidifier — is going on a journey to some place where he probably couldn’t restock on his precious Aquaphor that he has to slug onto his cracked heels every night and then protect with his aloe-infused fluffy bed socks. Mingyu is physically weak. He is like a Basset Hound puppy who keeps tripping on its long ears because it still needs to grow into them. He is a Victorian child experiencing EDM for the first time. He is the university dormitory Wi-Fi when everybody is back from vacation. A Lego Man figurine is probably more built than Kim Mingyu in every single physical aspect — and that is not an overstatement.

And his luck…Oh, how unlucky Kim Mingyu can be at times.

Minghao, their third roommate, tells Mingyu it’s puberty. But Kim Mingyu and his hardheaded personality firmly believes he is the unluckiest man in the world. Puberty, Minghao reminds him. He’s simply going through puberty. It just doesn’t seem like it because his growth spurt arrived ages before his puberty did. Mingyu digresses. He always digresses.

It is a bunch of small, often uncomfortable or inconvenient, occurrences bundled into one that leads Mingyu to believe he has somehow been cursed. Setting off the fire alarm after using the new microwave in their floor’s common room? In reality, some kid snuck in an illegal rice cooker and forgot to open the window while cooking some rice in his dorm room. Sleeping past an alarm the day after he accidentally stepped on a crack in the sidewalk? He didn’t know he accidentally set his alarm as P.M. instead of A.M.. His clumsiness? He wears clothes in sizes either too big or too small for his body. He’s never heard of tailoring before.

Mingyu claims his curse started when he was dared to download an Ouija Board app on his phone on the bus ride home from one of his high school field trips. DK reminds him that where there is a cause, there is an effect. It just so happens that Mingyu doesn’t realize that he is his own cause of his string of “bad luck.”

So, when Mingyu abruptly announces to his two roommates that he’s leaving in the middle of the semester for some Eat, Pray, Love type of trip with his rich aunt, the two roommates can only ask why and whether or not dormitory rent is going to be more expensive given that there would technically only be two roommates instead of three:

“I dunno-” Mingyu picks up his sub, trying to adjust his grip so the tomato slices don’t slip out when he takes a bite. “I think it’ll be a nice change.”

DK gawks at him while Minghao looks through his canvas tote bag for a hair tie. Mingyu shrugs and brings the sandwich to his lips. A thin and bright red tomato slice slips out from the backend of the sandwich and lands on the ceramic plate below. Mingyu sighs and sets his sandwich back down on his plate and opens it to tuck the tomato slice back into place.

The most level-headed of the trio, DK, stares at the guy who sleeps below him reattempt to take a successful bite of his sandwich. Minghao, whose long hair is now tied in a manbun, twirls his fork around his plate of limp spaghetti.

“You know it’s bad for your scalp if you tie your hair too tightly.” Mingyu gestures to his own head to show Minghao. There are bread crumbs in the corner of his lips, and some sauce on his fingers. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean before taking another bite.

Minghao ignores him and stares outside the window at the family of ducks making their way into the shade outside of the dormitory dining hall.

A nice change is what newly divorced couples say in movies. A nice change is giving your childhood bedroom a makeover. A nice change is when Mingyu can finally take off his damn braces so he doesn’t spit on people while he talks. DK reckons it’s because Mingyu is having trouble adjusting to adulthood. He’s a second-year going through what Minghao calls a “prolonged puberty experience,” but DK thinks that all Mingyu needs is time. He has the braces, the lisp, and the inability to act normal in front of crushes. It’s normal. Everybody moves at their own pace. DK thinks that all Mingyu really needs is a little confidence and a major glow-up. 

“You said you’re going with your aunt?” DK pinches a fry between his fingers and decides to drop it back down. “What about our dorm and school?”

Outside the dining hall, a Resident Director leads a group of elementary school students on a tour around the dormitory area. The students look around the several tall dormitories and point at the ducks when they see them. The teachers who walk behind their students are too busy staring at their phones to care if the students chase after the animals.

“Hey, do you think ducks are easy to pick up?” Xu Minghao gently sets his fork down and cups his hands, placing them side-by-side. He looks at his imaginary bowl and ponders out loud, “They look like they’ll fit perfectly in my hands, yunno. Perfectly scoopable.”

“My aunt isn’t married and doesn’t have any kids so she says she’ll give me her money if I travel with her.” Mingyu chews with his mouth open and pauses to wash it down with some milk, ignoring Minghao’s question. Or maybe he didn’t hear the question over his loud chewing. He exhales and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Something about going on a journey to prove that material wealth isn’t all there is in the world.”

Having lost his appetite from looking at his roommate, DK pushes his plate of fries away from him. He asks Mingyu, “Isn’t it counterproductive because you need money to travel the world?”

“Ehh.” Mingyu slinks in his seat, but reaches over to grab some of the abandoned fries. “But don’t worry about my grades. I’ll be studying abroad and will probably be back in time for graduation. Hopefully my credits can transfer. And my aunt is paying for my dorm so you guys don’t have to worry about paying more.”

“And the school is okay with you paying even through you’re not going to be here?”

“Universities don’t care as long as they’re earning money,” Minghao huffs and stabs a meatball with his fork. “But God forbid I take more than three free yoga classes at the rec center and all of a sudden I’m banned for the rest of the month.”

A new group of friends set their bags down at the table next to where the trio are sitting. One of them seems to recognize DK and politely waves at him before catching up with their friends to line up for food. DK smiles and waves back — he only met them a few days ago.

“I- I think taking that trip will be good for me,” Mingyu stutters when he realizes he has been staring at DK’s friend who waved the entire time. His eyes quickly travel back to looking at his best friend’s fries. He fidgets his fingers before reaching for another one, trying not to make it obvious that his cheeks are not glowing red just because of the inflammation from his acne. “Maybe I can meet some new people, learn a few things, and bulk up from all the traveling I’ll be doing.”

In the present, Minghao opens the dorm door and enters with a duck tucked under his arm, American football style. He makes his way over to his desk and drops off a few textbooks. From behind the chair he is helping hold steady, DK swears the duck looked at him straight in the eye.

“Yn said you should come to the beach hangout on Saturday,” Minghao tells DK while grabbing his water bottle and yoga mat.

“I’ll think about it,” DK replies while staring at the duck who seems perfectly content with being held by the Second Year.

“Who’s Yn?” Mingyu calls from his uncomfortable position above the chair. He thinks he finally found a way to pull out his suitcase without his roommate’s help.

Minghao shrugs and swings the mat over his shoulder, choosing to completely ignore his roommate’s question. The duck quacks, and Minghao waves goodbye before exiting their shared room.

Mingyu, who finally and successfully managed to start pulling out his suitcase from an angle, sneezes from the falling dust and pushes the suitcase back into place. 

“Bad luck,” he mumbles to himself. “Bad luck.”

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[pianocat939]

Hi celina! I'm a new asker but I've been reading your work for a while! Specifically your rottmnt work:)

Could I request a yandere platonic turtles x Gn!reader who's willing? Like just completely accepts that they've been taken from they're life on the surface to live with 4 Mutant turtles in the sewers lol. And maybe reader gets babied and really enjoys it bc I feel like that would be really cute😭

I want nothing more than for my comfort characters to baby and take care of me ngl so I'm definitely projecting

And if its available could I be anon 💨?

Xoxo

Indulgent aren't we? Well you're not alone my friend. We all are.

You're 💨 anon now.

Tw: overprotective, honestly really fluffy

Platonic Yandere Turtles with Willing MC

"Leo, if they come out the portal with even the tiniest little scratch I'm going to kick you to Bulgaria." Raph crosses his arms and stares down at Leo, uncertainty in his eyes.

"M'kay, I'll just ask for a train to go to the penguins." Leo holds out his sword, ready to create portal when Donnie interrupts him.

"Wait! I need to settle down the safety cushions, and the net if they come flying through plus the-" As he settled down the reinforcements Mikey intervenes.

"Slippers!" The orange-masked turtle places down a pair of slippers, clasping his hands together. "Leo! Send them through, pretty please?"

Leo looks behind, "I would've done it earlier if you guys weren't so particular about me portaling them!" He once again holds out his sword in front of him, then swishes it in a circular motion. An electric blue portal appears instantly, glowing brilliantly.

Momentarily after, a person shoots out from the gateway, landing straight into the net that Donnie held with his robot arms. They groan, opening their drowsy eyes.

"I told you guys! Safety protocol is important!" The scientist exclaims, untangling the victim of the net.

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The boys love that you accept their appreciation for you! Now they get to baby you all they want, and you don't even complain!

I would say those who love this the most are Leo and Mikey. Leo likes providing for you so he can be deemed useful, and Mikey just loves serving you in any way.

If you don't like moving too much, or just feel lazy at times, then ask Raph. He loves carrying you around wherever. He's also a great person to sleep/nap with. His big arms are great if you ever want to feel extra safe. Will not let you touch hot food.

Leo is such a fucking try-hard for this that it's hilarious. If you wanna talk, he'll be right there, listening for every word. Do you feel sad? Let his one-liners and horrible jokes make you cringe so hard you laugh! Do you ever feel unsafe? Don't worry, your friend's got you covered!

D'Nello babies in a similar sense to Raph, but more critical. He makes sure your body is having a healthy intake of its needs: the amount of sleep, hydration levels, nutrition, and anything of similar sorts is managed by him. Is your sugar friend(?): he buys anything you want or need.

Mikey is also another cuddler like Raph, except he likes to clutch onto your arm or hand while you guys wander around the lair. He likes doing everything with you! (Well, most activites) If you're an artist, you guys can draw together, or if you're a pianist (totally not projecting) he'll sit down and listen to you play!

If you're ever sick or hurt, they're swarming around you. Both panicked and serious about getting you back in health. Donnie's going to be the worst one out of them all though. He won't leave your side unless he absolutely has to or is fetching something.

All of them will try to partake in your interests. Donnie probably will only do this because it's about you, his favorite person in the universe.

They have a hidden "who's the favourite chart" underneath one of Donnie's structures. Every week they try to debate who's the favourite.

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The guilty fantasy of wanting to be babied is overpowering meeeee.

- Celina

[butterflymarks]

stats / plots / muse

heyyy i'm gonna be real, this intro got chunky. BUT! that's bc i badly want to start writing and i had a lot of Ideas. i'm duha (xe/xem/xir), presenting my goth rat kiyeon with the ability fearsight. 🎈 under the cut, i hopefully explain what the hell his deal is. like this post if you'd like me to reach out for plots (d*sc*rd preferred im scared of getting sb'ed again)! i listed ideas at the end, but i'm also down to just start writing and go with chemistry if preferred. i AM crazed enough to write u a random starter if that's the vibe. ps. my other muse eunjae (aka the Cooler moon twin) is @999kintsugi, but she's on a sideblog, so i won't be able to follow back there unfortunately.

kiyeon, '98

it/its/he/him/his. you'll see me use them interchangeably but feel free to use Any pronouns for him on ur end yipeee

fearsight is the ability to induce potent feelings of fear, hysteria, panic, etc through psychological visions of the target's deepest fears. wherever applicable, their minds may project that fear onto kiyeon and they'll see him as a personification of their fears.

butterfly marks (minor passive "ability"): his skin is naturally covered in moving whorls of black, ink-like markings. they shift and gather into various shapes and patterns influenced by his moods or when he's using his ability, tending towards symmetric or radial patterns, sometimes resembling the patterns of a butterfly's wings.

???: he can't see his own reflection anymore. if he does try to look at himself, there's just Something else looking back. he's afraid of it.

his therapist says it's an extension of his main ability that has been stunted. in greater evolutions of fearsight, the metahuman could actually take the physical form of someone's fear.

isn't that something great to look forward to, The Therapist says, you'll grow into something More, but kiyeon just wants to know when he's going to grow into a skin that's bearable to live in at all ?

his fearsight is persistent & triggered by visible eye contact. it can work on other ppl through clear reflections, so he hasn't made meaningful contact with anyone in years tbh.

quiet, nervous, jumpy. probably looks scary bc of his markings but you might have heard him crying in the garden last night.

the journey so far:

lived with his older sister for a while, until he decided to leave about 2 years ago bc he felt guilty about burdening her.

uhhh fell into the serpents' circle shortly after, aka a petty villain group. was inadvertently "taken in" by them (see: he was too scared to leave), and now he's their part time publicity stunt kidnapping victim and part time videographer when they need "organic social media footage" of the crimes they're committing. they're trying to make it to the big leagues.

kiyeon is just there because one of them is apparently making him "a cure" for his eyes. it's been years since that promise now, but. you know. (see again: he is too scared to leave)

finally sought actual help and got into silver line 8 months ago. the research team thinks his markings are fascinating, they keep monitoring him and telling him to contact them if he ever feels "physical turmoil." like girl what??

(they're waiting for his power to evolve to allow him to actually physically transform)

(cw: themes of body dysmorphia) has a lot of feelings about his body and feeling distinctly grotesque and horrific. when you spent ur whole life getting ignored or being looked at in literal horror, how is ur sense of self & image supposed to survive unscathed. :|

anyway he's on a tenuous streak of stability atm. he even got a job at the animal shelter!! he's been substituting company with the animals for human connection because animals aren't affected by his eyes at least.

really a bit pathetic i won't lie. fucked up street cat rizz, if u will.

some connection / thread ideas:

here are some more Formal connections i'm looking for, let's figure smth out

a roommate...!!

he pokes around the places you're not supposed to. someone try to get into the 13th floor with him and then deal with the consequences.

i plan for his fearsight to evolve over time and become something more of a nightmare form, his true potential....wherein his body really does start to take on little characteristics of people's fears, humanoid or not. i think he has a long way to go to full transformations, but any muses who would like to encounter him on that path are welcome to hehe. just please know he'll probably have a breakdown on them afterwards. maybe your muse would be in the middle of one too (because kiyeon scared the daylights out of them yk) but that's a-ok! i love writing encounters where everything's a mess, so let's make them cry together 💢

someone he accidentally beamed with his fearsight before. now they're terrified of him, and he accidentally inherited some of their fears/phobias

he goes to group therapy sessions bc his therapist thinks it's good for him to have Human Contact, but mostly he's just quiet and never looks at anyone. maybe your muse is there too and they just start getting through their shit side by side ?

someone go to the movies with him. he loooves scary movies, he loves watching characters getting tormented by horrors and being like omg me too!!

eden is full of crazy powers so let's throw them in something crazy together !!? i crave high stakes threads

does anyone else feel less-than-human. does anyone else go out on walks in the middle of the night bc they feel like it's the only time they're "allowed" to be out (aka they can't endanger anyone). does anyone else want to be a little less alone on those walks.

fellow serpents 🐍 all kinds of dynamics. i'm thinking the serpents just basically try to cause unrest and chaos; maybe one time, your muse is supposed to be part of the incitement and kiyeon's supposed to get it all on camera .... except it goes wayward, and the others ditch them to throw them under the bus, so now they have to get away from the aeternals :\

anyone who's in that other villain group using the laundromat as a cover. maybe they're rivals with the serpents hehe ? or they cross paths in the villain business ?

be his first resident complaint

thank u for reading this far :people_hugging:

[tonberry-yoda]

I saw that your requests were open and Im taking full advantage because of a dream I had. OKAY HEAR ME OUT- fem reader or gn reader whichever works best for you, platonic ofc The reader gets thrown into the whole SDC adventure and everyone lives! However the crusaders find out LAST MINUTE at the airport that the reader actually has NO WHERE to go. Something along the lines of Joseph asking "Hey Kiddo .. where do you need a ticket too?" And the reader was like "huh, oh idk whatever is cheapest" and the crusaders are like ????? "what the fuck" After asking the reader more questions because and also scolding them bc like "why didn't you tell us during the ENTIRE trip??" and the reader is like actually shocked and expressed they weren't expecting anyone to care, from the get-go, through everything, was expecting to have to move on even if they didn't want to? For this scenario Avdol and Joseph are hurt for the reader, but Avdol the most.. maybe you can fill in the blanks but in the end Avdol straight up adopts the reader?? Im a HUGE sucker for parental avdol bc he's literally the perfect Dad. Maybe bonus points if you include everyone's reactions? I can imagine all of them being shocked, sad for their friend who went through hell just to not have anywhere to go after that. ITS LIKE A LOT OF ANGST BUT WITH SOME SWEET MOMENTS AND A HAPPY ENDING

oh my goodness this idea is literally SO AMAZING! like, best dream ever! i love these everyone lives AUs, they make my soul sing! and seriously, the platonic reader is my favorite, so this request was literally perfect! thanks so much for the request anon! sorry if it took a while!

SDC with a f!reader who doesnt have a home to go to (platonic)

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 765

Notes - again, i loved this so much! i had a blast writing it and i really hope you enjoy it anon and have a great day!!! <3 also, i have one more request before i open requests again yay!!!!! <333 (image not mine)

You hugged onto Avdol’s arm knowing that it would probably be your last moments with him before moving on.

You were nothing but thankful for the Stardust Crusaders. They found you at a time in need. When you could’ve possibly been overtaken by DIO, they were right there, ready to help you and even willing to let you join. They meant the world to you. For the first time in your life, you felt like you had a home.

You looked up to everyone. They were all so strong. Without them, you wouldn't have the smile on your face like you did in Egypt. Even through the long and hard journey, they were right there with you helping you and leading the way for you to succeed and be happy.

“Alright kiddo, let me buy you a ticket,” Joseph whipped out his wallet and turned to you. “Where’s home for you?”

“Oh,” you let go of Avdol and looked at the flights they had available. “I don't really care, Joseph, just buy me whatever’s cheapest.”

Joseph let out a laugh. “Seriously kid, I'm not worried about the price! Where do you need to go?”

“I don't mind. Just ship me off to wherever.” You knew it was your last moments with them and you didn't want to get all sappy, so you hoped Joseph would just buy whatever so you can move on without a sob story even though you really felt like you should.

“What’s going on?” Kakyoin walked up and wrapped his arm around you.

Joseph turned to him and pinched the bridge of his nose. “y/n won't tell me where she needs to go.”

“y/n,” you turned to Jotaro who walked up to you, putting his hands in his pockets. “Do you even have anywhere to go?”

You couldn't help but tear up. “N-No… not really.”

Everyone turned to you, Avdol with tears in his eyes. “WHAT?!”

You shrugged and sat on the nearest bench. “Sorry I didn't tell you guys before… I just… I felt so at home with you guys that I didn't even think to tell you that I actually don't have a home. DIO gave me more of a home than I ever was in before and that says a lot.”

“Mon chéri!" Polnareff ran up to you and grabbed your chin softly. “Were you just afraid to tell us?”

You shrugged and hugged your knees. “I-I guess. I just… I didn't want to be taken away from you guys. And now we’re in the airport way sooner than I thought we would be and I don't want to go anywhere. I mean… I do, but I don't want to be alone again.”

Polnareff rubbed your back while Kakyoin was giving you example’s of places to live. Iggy licked your leg and Jotaro was agreeing with Kakyoin. All the while, Joseph and Avdol were trying to figure something out.

“y/n can't just live all by herself, Joseph!” Avdol didn't mind that there were tears running down his cheeks. “After all we have been through!”

“I mean, I can't take her because I have so much to deal with already! And I know that Jotaro and Kakyoin can't because they're so young. What about Polnareff?”

“I don't know. I think Polnareff needs some alone time after all of that. Plus, he’s adopted Iggy.”

“What about you, Avdol?”

The tears that once filled Avdol’s eyes stopped. “M-Me?”

“Yes you! You’re like a father to that girl!”

“But I-”

“Avdol,” Joseph placed his hand on Avdol’s shoulder, smiling at him. “I know you can do it.”

“You really think so?”

“I do.”

“I mean, Japan is super nice, but I've heard it’s a pretty difficult language to learn if you didn't grow up speaking it,” Kakyoin was still going on about the places you could move to when Avdol walked up. “And there’s also- Oh! Avdol! Have you figured out something for y/n?”

Avdol smiled and grabbed your hand. “y/n?”

“Y-Yeah?” Your dirt and tears stained face that smiled at him made Avdol know that he was making the right decision.

“Would you like to live with me?”

“L-Live with you?” Your eyes were glittering with tears.

“Yes. I'll adopt you. How does that sound?”

Before Avdol could even process anything, you threw your arms around him and sobbed in his arms. “Of course I want to live with you!!”

Avdol held you close and Joseph bought an extra ticket for you to go with Avdol.

You wouldn't have to worry about being alone any longer.

[whiskeyswifty]

I regrettably don’t listen to Hits Different enough and I didn’t drag myself to target to buy the cd so only rarely do I find myself listening to it. which is such a shame bc it’s suuuuch a good fun bop of a drunk girl at a party sulking around in remorse but looking hot while doing it

anyway, I wanted to hear your big-brained thoughts on the track because I always love your take 🫠

i don't either! i wish it was on streaming so i can just listen wherever i want and on whatever device i'm on. and i CANNOT be bothered to go to target to by it lmao i'm not in the demo that will do that for her anymore, sorry miss swift. it is so fun though!! the best song on midnights by a mile. idk if i have any like bigger picture thoughts or super deep reads, but sure haha i'll share what i have. I did make a post recently about one line in it over here.

right off the bat i loved the instrumentation. it sounds just like a 2000s romcom/teen movie ending song or like theme song. which is a time i'm very nostalgic for as a 90s/2000s kid so it just warms my heart! and i think is a great contrast to offset the woe-is-me lyrics of the song that makes it instead more silly melodrama. as if to further get through to the audience that she really is just that one friend who's like hung up on her ex and in that stage of the breakup. it's not that serious just put her in a car and send her home. very like end of 500 days of summer type shit. to move on sometimes you have to grieve and let go in 10 different ways and it swings like a pendulum and you're kind of a wreck and impossible to be around. but eventually, time heals everything and you'll sort yourself out. (also 500 days of summer GREAT breakup movie, very honest, and unflinching in the same way the song is).

and i love the lyrics because i love songs that sound like they were written in real time (i know they're not, but they SOUND like it). rambling and meandering and stream of consciousness songs are sooo my bag. also some lyrics sound like drunk ramblings or, well, 2 am ramblings, which creates a great landscape for the song's timeline. just her struggling over days and weeks to move past this breakup. and it's a bit intentionally confusing and messy, just like how real relationships/breakups can be. at several points in the song she blames herself, then them, then herself again, then swings back into desperation, anger, frustration, just a rollercoaster of emotions that happens during this experience.

i do think my favorite part though is the end of the rambling bridge when she sings in a sudden surge of self confidence "Bet I could still melt your world. Argumentative, antithetical dream girl!" and it's said in a bit of a manic tone, coming in quick succession after a snowballing bridge that culminates in this burst of confidence and instrumental crescendo. and it seems like ok! she's maybe coming out of it like, i'm great! you probably want me so bad but you don't DESERVE me. but then the song quiets down, her voice falls away for a few seconds and when it comes back, it's wistfully soft again, desperately deluding herself into thinking that they changed their mind and came back. she's right back where she started, delirious to the point of willfully hallucinating and in that moment, also realizing she's gotten to the part of the grief where she's lost her mind a bit and hit kind of a rock bottom of desperation. and to play it off, she sets it up as a joke and it's just so sad and deflecting and human to do that as you swim through the emotional muck, even if she's just being melodramatic. even if she knows it shouldn't still hurt, "make it make some sense why the wound is still bleeding" it still does and it makes her feel crazy! but then the track picks right back up again with that jovial banger of a tune to keep the lightness and the almost cinematic thread of "life and love has it's ups and downs, but isn't that the common human experience that we can all laugh about?"

i think it's a fantastic song, in how it's construction is in conversation with it's lyricism. and what it's trying to accomplish is such a throwback, and in that showing how universal the experience of a messy breakup is and always has been and probably always will be. and how important it is to remember how it's not that serious, even if it feels like it in the moment. you're just in it, but it'll pass and it is important while you're in it to honor how it feels serious, even if you're self aware that it's not. you gotta feel the crushing grief in order to process it and claw your way out. in the mean time, your friends are just rolling their eyes at you like, girl we've been there. see you in a month when you got it out of your system and i'll stop by your house every few days to make sure you shower. and one day it'll make for fun fodder to put in a song so everyone can listen and laugh at the melodrama and say yeah, we've been there. it always happens but it also always passes.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hey makenzie, i've got a bit of a situation here. i'm 25, never had sex before, and never paid attention during those safe sex psas bc i was sure i was ace and never wanted to have sex, due to a number of reasons - i'm autistic and very particular about things touching my body, especially food or fluids (i need to wash that shit off *immediately* or else i will combust) and probably also not eating enough but i digress. i matched with an amazing guy and now i think i want to do it but (1/?)

(2/2) i honestly don't really know where to start here. i know the risks and so i want to buy condoms but for some reason i get nervous about people seeing me buy condoms. i also haven't ever looked into getting PrEP or monkeypox vaccine bc i didn't plan on suddenly becoming a horndog. idk i guess i'm just looking for general advice for a 25yo male having sex for the first time and what i should expect/how should i prepare. like idk what douching is and at this point i'm afraid to ask lol

oh yeah, one more thing i wanted to add - while i'm not nervous about going into this bc this guy is seriously great and understanding as hell, i worry about my roommates hearing us and idk how to approach that. i probably worry too much as they seem to be fine with the noise level here (and me making protein shakes at 1am) but like. i still do. should i play music? put a sock on the door? i don't want them to hate me. ps: i love your blog and hope you have a good day

jesus christ I'm about to fit so much sex ed into one post

1.) start wherever you want; sex is whatever you and your partner(s) want it to be. only way to do it wrong is to do with without consent and communication.

2.) here are two fun facts about being an adult. the first one is that no one actually gives a shit about you buying condoms. no one gives a shit about you buying anything. your fellow customers aren't scrutinizing your purchases they're too busy worrying about you scrutinizing your purchases. the cashier definitely doesn't care, the cashier is contemplating killing everyone in the store and then themself. just buy the condoms.

the second fun fact is actually a house rule of mine, which is that if you're too squirrelly to acquire safer sex supplies yourself you don't get to have sex. the good news on that front is that ordering condoms online from places like Condom Depot is, like, really easy.

3.) PrEP is great to know about but only necessary if your intended partner is at risk of transmitting HIV to you during sex, which is a conversation y'all should have if you haven't already.

getting the monkeypox vaccine is always a solid move if you're in a high risk area, although I do need to emphasize again that it's worth talking to your partner about whether or not they're a considerable risk for transmitting monkeypox (if they haven't had any other partners in the last two weeks, or none of their other partners have tested positive in the last two weeks, they're probably good). regardless, you can easily find somewhere to get vaccinated here.

4.) re: first time having sex, if you've spent literally any time following me you know the best advice I can give you is that you should literally just Talk To This Guy about what you both want to do and feel comfortable with, but watching this video from incomparable sexologist Lindsey Doe isn't a bad place to begin. I'm a big fan of how much she emphasizes lube!

5.) douching is the practice of washing out a bodily cavity with fluids. many people like to do it before anal sex to lower their risk of defecating on a partner by accident, but it's totally optional and not a requisite for anyone. if you're interested, you can find a good introduction here:

it's worth noting that douching presumes anal sex will be taking place, which is something to discuss. anal sex can absolutely rule but it also requires care; I'd recommend this other Lindsey Doe video for some hot tips on how to start exploring that:

if anal penetration isn't your cup of tea but eating ass may be, check out dental dams - even a clean anus runs the risk of harboring fecal matter and baby you do NOT want that in your mouth! in a pinch, a dental dam can be made in a hurry by cutting a condom open down one side and laying it flat.

6.) similarly to sexual partners, the best way to learn what roommates are okay with is to ask. do the courtesy of giving your roommates a heads up that a guest is coming over and that sex is on the agenda; let them decide if they want to clear out, put on headphones, or what.

why are you making protein shakes at 1 AM. what's happening there.

[youareinlove]

i have thoughts about speak now (taylor's version)

this is not even all of them lmao but i can't think rn so here

mine: my perfect sweet angel beautiful perfect baby. nothing can ever compete sorry. i will fight for mine i will kill for mine i will die for mine and the re-recording did not disappoint

sparks fly: remember when i thought "lead me up the staircase" was the horniest thing 19 year old taylor wrote

back to december: the little twinkling instrumentals 🥹 i love the tiny little instrumental changes that come with the re-recordings. sometimes they miss but sometimes they hit and this HIT

speak now: "you wish it was me, dont you (HAHA)" was what sold me on this album re-recording ngl. it was just the moment i knew that this would be a good one

dear john: my jaw physically dropped when i heard her vocals. she just brought the energy with this one and it is very hurtful. but also i'm very proud of her

mean: and a LIAR 😏 and pathetic 👏 and alone in life 😤 and mean 😡 and mean 😡 and mean 😡 and mean😡 and-

the story of us: this was the first song on this album that i thought was BETTER than the original. like the others were just as good, but the story of us ate and left no crumbs

never grow up: we could unpack all of that OR- or, we could choose not to. and i think ik what im going to do :D (it was better than the original)

enchanted: i hope that wherever adam young is, the sun shines and it's a beautiful day

better than revenge: ok so the lyric change is what i know everyone's on about but like its a really good lyric. i'll miss the original but come on "he was a moth to the flame she was holding the matches" that's so funny. better than revenge already paints the guy as like, a trophy that gets passed around. now he's literally a hapless bug this is so unserious in the best way

haunted: once again better than the og. she just really delivered with the vocals and the emotional performance, and i almost feel like this moves haunted up in my ranking (almost)

last kiss: i hear the shaky breath idk what you guys are on about. maybe i'm the one who's wrong and i just hear it from force of habit but its really good anyway??? like it's probably her most emotionally delivered song in the original, so i was nervous about this one. but i really like it and i actually had to check while listening to it for the first time to make sure i wasn't streaming the stolen version.

long live: this song still makes me so emotional and its just like. we did point to the pictures. and we do tell them her name. and she's still here and shining! fate did not force us into a goodbye! ughhhhhhhh (also its heartbreaking with the added context of castles crumbling but that's for another day)

ours: i always loved ours so i hope you guys give it the love it deserves this time sry

superman: i also really liked superman and like haunted, this was a song she just EMOTED on like crazy. ate and left no crumbs AGAIN and it was a great finishing point for the non-vault songs

thoughts on vault tracks are in a seperate post bc i have too many

[loregoddess]

Are there any anecdotes you want to share? Nothing too personal of course!

Hmm, I'm sure I have all sorts that I can't think of off the top of my head, but one I know I've told a few times in tags goes back to 2020. For context, I work at a chain restaurant, usually as a cashier, and of course, everything in the business was a mess in 2020 due to Covid, and we were also operating on a skeleton crew due in part to upper management refusing to let us schedule more people (bc it would start "cutting into profits" ugh) and partly bc we couldn't keep most of the new hires past two weeks (which was due to an entirely different concoction of reasons, although I blame upper management for several of them as well).

So, that's the setting: chain restaurant, no indoor dining, no crew. I was the lone cashier through many a shift, and very often we had a line of people to the front door and wrapped around the building itself. For several weeks, this dad and his son of maybe like 10 years old, probably younger, come in during the midmorning part of my shift. I honestly can't remember their names or faces, but the dad always seemed pretty flustered and kinda in a rush, but his son was SO energetic and friendly. The kind of kid who likes to bounce around a lot, the one who parents normally get kinda frustrated with because they can't stand still through the transaction. Honestly, these kinds of kids don't bother me as a cashier, and so long as they're not bothering the other customers I see no harm in them letting a little energy off by bouncing around a bit.

Anyhow, I see these two for a few weeks, I always say hi to them and go through my generic cashier routine. I don't even really get to make small talk w/ either of them--the dad was, as I said, often in a rush. But for some reason the kid remembers me, even though I do literally nothing special, make no special comments while they're ordering, nothing. I might have given them some free drinks or a cookie once maybe, but I do that a lot even to this day, so I can't be sure I gave them anything nice like that.

So thanks to being the only cashier for like, many days in a row over many weeks, I was going a bit insane even if I tried to cover it with a professional work façade. I was so stressed out all the time, like an insane amount of stressed out. On a particularly stressful day bc half the crew called out for various (non-Covid, thankfully) reasons, the dad and his son came in, and partway through their order, the kid sets this rock on the counter, slides it across to me, and says "This is for you." I have half a second to tell him thank you before he laughs and bounces away, and the dad is so embarrassed for whatever reason and apologizes for his kid, and I'm like nah dude, I'm having a terrible day right now and this rock makes all the difference. The dad still finishes his order up super fast and calls his son to go wait at the food pickup counter and I pocket the rock, and it stayed in my pocket for the next like, 6-7 hours of my shift. I nearly cried when I got off that shift bc the day really sucked, but at the end I could pull out this rock that some kid who I didn't even know, but who remembered me somehow, was kind enough to gift me. It was just a piece of white quartz, he probably found it in the parking lot, but damn, I still have that rock in my purse, I bring it with me everywhere bc it was just, such a wildly kind gesture, and remembering it gives me a lot of strength to get through other shitty days.

Insofar as I know, I haven't seen the dad or his kid again. I get moved around positions a lot now, so I'm not always a cashier, but I do hope that kid has a great life wherever he is, bc damn, what a nice thing to do.

[outercrasis]

Alleviating Boredom

Pairing: Frank Castle x afab!Reader x Din Djarin

Word Count/Rating: 5.4k / Explicit (18+)

Warnings: SMUT, reader uses gn!pronouns, a few uses of girl bc it's Frank ok?, reader is a brat, M/F M/M dynamics, fingering, oral (f&m), unprotected sex, dirty talk (let me know if something was missed)

Summary: Staking out a motel isn't as fun as it seems, but maybe it isn't all that bad.

A/N: HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY @honestly-shite I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!!! My apologies for this being late, but it needed to be done right for your special day. I adore you and writing this filth for you feels like the very least that I can do to show that 😘🥰💕

Also a huge huge thank you to @sergeantbannerbarnes who beta read this and was an absolute lifesaver when I got stuck with this! I couldn't have done this without them 💕

It’s been days now hiding out in this old musty motel. You feel like you’re losing your mind. You haven’t been this stagnant in years, forced to wait and see what shakes loose. If it weren’t so important, you probably would have left this room behind long ago and fought your way for answers. Unfortunately that’s a bad idea right now, as your two fellow companions keep reminding you of when you inevitably start getting antsy again.

You’re laying on one of the queen beds, back against the creaky headboard waiting for something to happen. You turned off the TV a while ago, irritated by the same ads playing over and over again. There was nothing good on anyway. 

Frank is sitting at the small excuse for a table they put in this room, field stripping and cleaning his gun again. You’d complain more if you didn’t love watching the elegant way his fingers move around it. They carefully trace every angle, every contour of the weapon, making sure that every square inch is as spotless as the last. He’s meticulous, so absorbed in the meditative monotony of the task that he doesn’t even notice your staring. Din does.

Din always notices. It’s one of the things you love about him, his sharp eyes saving both of your asses on multiple occasions, but you hate when those same eyes are turned on you. He never misses a trick. For fuck’s sake, he noticed how into Frank you were before you realized it for yourself. 

What’s worse is now that Din knows, he teases you relentlessly. Around Frank it's nothing overt, subtly pushing your buttons to see you get worked up until you break and drag him to the bathroom for relief. It seems to be Din's main source of entertainment while you're cooped up in this place. You can’t really blame him – lord knows there’s nothing else to do while you’re here.

When you're alone is when Din pulls out all the stops. His thick fingers pumping in and out of you, whispering filth in your ear about how he knows you wish Frank would fill you up while Din lays claim to your throat. You don’t have any deniability with the way your cunt clenches at the thought. You haven’t been able to look Frank in the eye since Din put the idea in your head days ago.

Sensing the shift in your mood from across the room, Din drops the curtain from where he was peeking behind it. 

"See anything?" Frank asks, not looking up from his gun.

"Still nothing."

For a moment, you think Din is about to walk over to the bed and tease you, but then he decides to do something far worse. He heads towards the door.

"I'll be back. We need more food if we're going to be stuck here longer."

You know exactly what he's doing, the bastard. You don't miss any of his tricks either. Jumping up from the bed, you frantically look for your shoes wherever you kicked them off the other day. "I'm coming with you."

Din shakes his head. "Sorry mesh'la, too big of a risk. Stay here and keep Frank company."

You're glad Frank doesn't bother with looking up. If he did, he would have seen the bullshit teasing smile pulling at the corners of Din's lips despite his dry delivery giving nothing away. He slips out the door before any further argument can be had and you're left standing, still shoeless, in the middle of the room glaring at the door.

You glance over at Frank, who you catch watching you out of the corner of his eye. Now things just feel awkward. Your clear eagerness to be out of the room, your recent inability to look Frank in the eyes, much less hold a conversation with him – it's all too much. 

Din's presence has been the only thing acting as a buffer. Now that he's gone you don't know what to do with yourself. Uncomfortable with the situation you and your renegade fantasies have helped to create you lean back on the only defense you know.

You plop down on the edge of the bed closest to Frank. Silence stretches on, only the strange ambient noises of the motel room and the slight squeak of fabric on metal as Frank scrubs the barrel of his gun to fill the air. It feels like a dam about to break.

"How many times are you gonna clean that thing? I thought after the first five times you did that it would be squeaky.”

Frank huffs and continues cleaning. You decide to poke the bear a bit more. “Seriously though, are you that bad at cleaning it or is it something else?”

Gently, Frank sets the gun down. You didn’t really expect him to give in so quickly. Din usually lasts considerably longer when you’re trying to get under his skin. Then again, Din knows it’s a game.

“What’s your deal, huh? You go days not lookin’ at me, hardly saying a word, and now what? You’re givin’ me shit for keeping myself occupied?”

You’re desperately trying to not focus on the spread of Frank’s legs or the thickness of his fingers laced together. You drag your eyes up to his face. He’s squaring you with a look you don’t care for. Sizing you up, trying to figure you out. It’s enough to keep you from becoming completely distracted by the gorgeous sharp angles of his face. So unlike the beautiful curves of your Mandalorian and yet still so inviting.

You continue to deflect. “You know, when we decided to team up with you I thought there would be a bit more punishing.”

“Is that it? Got your panties in a twist because you don’t like waiting a little bit?” he grunts. You try to ignore the dampness you feel pooling in your panties at his mere mention of them.

“My panties are not in a twist.”

“Nah, nah, that’s right,” Frank says, leaning back in his chair, thrusting his hips slightly to make himself comfortable. His thighs look particularly inviting in that position, the denim doing nothing to hide how thick and powerful they are. He runs his thumb over his bottom lip, eyes narrowing in that way they do when he’s irritated by something. “They’re in Din’s pocket aren’t they?”

Well shit. You didn’t see that coming. “Excuse me?”

“Listen, if the two of you are going to fuck in there again at least turn on the shower or something for me, yeah?” Frank asks, thumb jutting over towards the bathroom.

Your face burns at the thought of Frank hearing you, of what he could have heard. It’s not like you and Din have been coy about your bathroom activities, but you were at least trying to keep it down. You bit Din hard enough to bruise the other night in an effort to keep your noises contained. Apparently through cheap motel walls that’s not enough.

You’re about to give this up, stammer out some apology or something when you realize – Frank won’t look at you. It’s so unlike him, always staring his enemies down, always taking them head on. It gives him away.

“You know what? I think you’re jealous.”

Frank chuckles a dry, nearly humorless laugh. “Is that so, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I think you are. I bet you wanted to press your ear up against that door and catch every little sound. Probably jacked off to the bits you managed to hear.”

Frank suddenly zeroes in on you, like he's placed you under a microscope. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Knowing that I was listening in?”

You balk, not expecting him to turn the tables on you so quickly. He hit the nail on the head and while you could lie to him outright words are failing you completely. You don't want to lie. You want to see what he'll do.

He keeps talking when you don't. “Yeah, I thought so. You’re terrible at playing things close to the chest, girl.” He looks smug, making you desperate to turn things back around on him. You’ve never been good at letting someone else have the upper hand. 

Getting up from your perch on the bed, you scoff, stretching, making a show of it for Frank to watch. You know he is – his eyes are burning into your skin, greedy for the small strips that are revealed. "You know what, Frank?"

"Hmm?"

"You're right. I am terrible at it."

You climb into Frank's lap, inviting yourself directly into his space. He doesn't know what to do. His hands hover over your body, unsure of whether or not he should even touch. You can see the thoughts buzzing through his mind, completely thrown off by this sudden turn of events. You're more than a little proud to have caught him so off guard. It’s not often anyone gets one up on Frank Castle.

You lean in towards him, still curious to see what he might do. His eyes are searching yours, caught like a deer in headlights, until you break eye contact – dipping down to mouth along the column of his throat. Biting at his jugular, you feel his breath hitch, his large hands finally finding a place on your hips.

“What- uh- you can’t- Din-” His voice comes out like gravel, caught between pushing you further onto his lap or throwing you off.

“He said to keep you company.”

“I don’t think he meant like this, sweetheart."

You give an experimental roll of your hips against Frank. His hands squeeze hard, pulling you down against the growing bulge in his jeans despite his own reservations.

“You’d be surprised. With the way he talks about you, he might like you more than I do. He’s just too chicken shit to make the first move.”

You nip along Frank’s sharp jawline, crushing your body against him before capturing his lips with yours. You’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks, watching as Frank licks, thumbs, or bites his lips, and fuck does he deliver. It’s so different from kissing Din and no less exceptional.

Din always kisses you like it’s the last opportunity he’s going to get. Overwhelming, devouring in all the best ways. His tongue sliding across yours, sucking at your lip, never the first to pull away. Messy and raw, all the parts of himself that he usually likes to keep wrapped up and hidden away. 

Frank kisses like it’s a dance. There’s a push and a pull, his mouth chasing yours while leading it somewhere new. You thought he might kiss like he fights – Harsh. Brutal. You were so far from the truth. All his hard edges smooth away, revealing something tender, something fucking romantic underneath it all.

You haven’t stopped rolling your hips, grinding down onto him. It feels like all too much and not nearly enough. Too many layers of fabric are preventing you from feeling him how you want to – the arms of the chair cutting uncomfortably into your legs as Frank takes up too much space in the small seat. It’s driving you crazy, so close to what you’ve wanted for too many long, drawn out days and unable to properly seek your satisfaction.

“Fuck, fuck, you gotta stop if you don’t want this to continue,” Frank groans beneath you. 

You find the soft spot just beneath the corner of his jaw, sucking and biting at it until it starts to bloom a beautiful purple. “Do you think I’d start something I can’t finish?”

“That fuckin’ mouth of yours,” Frank mumbles, suddenly standing – lifting and tossing you backwards onto the nearest bed. “It’s gonna get you in trouble one day.”

You smile up at him, lips twisting into something wicked. “I was kind of hoping it already did.”

He chuckles, pulling his shirt over his head and giving you a show that makes your heart skip a beat. You've seen Frank in various states of undress at this point, but more often than not he's been torn up and bloody or you've felt the foolish need to avert your eyes. You can't believe you were ever stupid enough to do that. He’s gorgeous.

Frank isn’t as big as Din, you’re not sure anyone could be, but the man is cut. You suppose there is something to the mini-workout routine he does in the motel that drives you insane in more ways than one. Scars litter his torso, stories of fights and injuries past, but they don’t bother you. Both you and Din don’t look all that dissimilar, all of your histories spelled out on your skin. You can’t help but wonder if Frank will ever teach you how to read his.

Staring at him, you can feel your mouth go dry but you refuse to be outdone. You sit up, tearing off your shirt and sports bra in one go to make yourself evenly matched. It has the intended effect. Frank stops just shy of the bed, staring down at you with wide eyes.

"Are we just going to stare at each other all day or are you going to do something, Castle?" you tease.

"That’s it."

Frank is suddenly over top of you, pinning you to the bed under his large frame. You can't help the tiny squeal that escapes you at his quick movement, embarrassment at letting your mask slip heating you as much as your pooling arousal. As expected, it didn’t go unnoticed by Frank. You can’t say you’re fond of that commonality he shares with Din. You’ll never be able to get anything by the two of them.

Frank chuckles at you beneath him. “You like this, huh? Didn’t expect that from you.”

Stuck as you are, all you can do is look away and avoid eye contact. No witty reply is coming to mind and you can’t, can’t give him the satisfaction of caving so quickly. Frank’s hand wraps around your jaw, pulling you to look at him. 

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart, you asked for this.”

You want to be mad. You want to shove him off of you, tell him to fuck off, but he’s right and worse he knows it. There’s a glint in his eye telling you that he’s enjoying this as much as you are – inspiring you to not give up this fight just yet.

“Still waiting for you to do something, asshole.”

“Christ,” Frank growls, sinking down to reclaim your lips with his. His kiss isn't bruising but his hand nearly is, keeping you firmly in place. The contrast makes your head dizzy. 

You can't help but gasp as Frank begins to work his way down your throat – small bites immediately soothed by the cushion of his lips. Spurred on, you buck your hips, desperate for more of his touch.

Frank chuckles, his hands making quick work of your pants. The excitement you feel at getting one step closer doesn't last long. Frank positions his thigh between your legs, but his hands are quick to hold your hips firmly in place. 

"You- ass," you grunt as you fruitlessly try to grind down.

Frank doesn't even acknowledge your curse. Instead he keeps you in place, leaning down to mouth at your breasts. It's torture of the sweetest kind. You can't get enough of him, eager to place your hands anywhere you can get them on him, and greedy for more. 

You're ready to start hitting and pushing at Frank, demanding more than this infuriatingly lethargic pace he decided to establish. You have no idea if he's trying to savor or punish you – maybe both. The motel room door opens just as your hand slips from Frank's shoulder.

Din isn’t carrying any grocery bags. Clearly he decided following through on his excuse to go get more food wasn't necessary. You're not really complaining. This way you might get some actual relief sooner rather than later.

Shutting the door, Din moves his hands to his hips, an amused smile playing on his lips. "I expected you two to be farther along."

Much to your disappointment, Din's appearance makes Frank move away from you and not closer. You glare at Din, knowing that he’s enjoying being a temporary cockblock. You’ve never been very good at delayed gratification. “Not helping."

Din's eyebrow arches at your comment and you know immediately that you've done nothing to help yourself. He sits down in the seat Frank was previously in, folding his hands in his lap. "Grab their hands, they like it when they can't touch."

Frank doesn't hesitate. In one fluid motion he's holding your wrists together in one hand, keeping you firmly in place. A thrill runs down your spine even as your eyes go wide. There hadn’t even been time to try to resist.

"Din, Din, please-" you beg, allowing yourself to break only the smallest amount. It could be enough to break him too.

To your horror, Din chuckles. "You got yourself into this mesh'la. I know you're smart enough to get yourself out."

"Ba-AHH-stard," you squeal as Frank slides his free hand under the band of your panties, the pad of one finger carefully grazing your clit.

"There they go with that fuckin' mouth again," Frank chastises.

"You get used to it," Din comments dryly, like he's talking about the weather. Any smartass comment dies on your lips as Frank’s fingers dip lower, gathering your slick, before bringing it back up to circle your clit. There’s no helping the moan that escapes your lips or the way you chase his hand, demanding more that he keeps infuriatingly out of reach.

Din, true to his word, does nothing to help. If anything, the heat from his stare watching the two of you is only serving to make things worse. They have you pinned down literally and metaphorically – both of these infuriating men more than content to slowly and methodically break you down. You can’t deny that it feels amazing, but you’d also really really like to speed things up.

The edges of your mind are starting to go fuzzy with pleasure. You can hardly remember being bored out of your mind on the other bed, waiting for something exciting to happen. All the entertainment you could ever want is now being provided and yet the still functional parts of your brain are screaming out for more.

You can just see Din over Frank’s shoulder. He’s clearly affected by the sight before him and you decide to give him the final push to join the two of you on the bed. “Din baby,” you call over to him. “Are you really going to let Frankie have all the fun?”

You’re mostly expecting it to backfire. The tactic is pretty transparent, but between the display before him and the neediness in your voice you think it’ll convince him. Frank smiles down at you, knowing your play exactly, and then takes you by surprise as he finally sinks a finger inside you. You think your gasp is what convinces Din to join.

Your eyes slide shut in pleasure, but you can hear the clink of Din’s belt, the soft shuffle of clothes being pulled off and falling to the floor. Suddenly, warm hands are pulling your panties completely off, leaving you bare and exposed.

Frank’s pace hasn’t faltered. Even as the bed dips from Din’s added weight, he keeps his movements slow and steady. It’s maddening. Enough to wind you up, but not enough to take you all the way. Din's close presence only makes it worse.

You open your eyes just in time to see Din’s hand wrap around the nape of Frank’s neck, pulling him into an all consuming kiss. You have no idea how Frank’s fingers don’t stop. You have no idea how you continue to breathe, watching the two men fall into each other. 

Frank’s hands slip from your wrists, fingers tangling themselves into the soft brown curls of Din’s hair. Passionate is the only word you can think of to describe their kiss. The enthusiasm in which they meet each other, tongues dipping into each other’s mouths. You nearly freeze watching them, distracted almost completely by the show. Regaining use of your hands though, you decide to put them straight to work.

Reaching down, you try to take both men into your hands. With Din it’s easier, his boxer briefs doing little to contain his growing length. Frank, for some insane reason, is still wearing his jeans. It’s harder to tease him through the thicker fabric, but not wholly impossible. You know you’ve done something right when you hear Frank groan into Din’s mouth, his fingers stuttering for a brief moment.

Din knows exactly what you’re up to and without looking or breaking the kiss, he reaches down to start undoing Frank’s pants. Together it’s easy work, pushing his jeans and boxers down as far as you can, which is only about mid-thigh. Before you or Din can do anything more though, Frank stands up, pulling them off completely. You’d like to stare and take in the view, but Din has other plans.

He dips down, capturing your lips and quickly replacing Frank’s hand with his own. You’re not entirely sure you could tell the two men’s hands apart by touch alone. Both of them have large hands with thick calloused fingers and both are skilled in using them to make you writhe.

Din moans brokenly into your mouth, the kiss breaking, only for you to look down and see that Frank has pushed down Din’s underwear and taken the Mandalorian’s stiff cock into his hand. In turn, Din pushes another finger into your pussy. You feel like you’re going to explode between the view before you and Din between your legs, but you can’t help at least one more taunt. You're curious to see what it will do to them.

“Is- is that all y-you two got?”

Both of them freeze and you know you’ve done it. They’ve been pushed over the edge and if you weren’t already fucked before, you’re certainly about to be.

“Have you ever heard the phrase quit while you’re ahead?” Frank asks.

“Mesh’la?” Din chimes in. “Doesn’t know the meaning of it. Always has to push it one. step. further.” To further emphasize his point, his fingers sink deeper into you, curling up against that sweet spot only he can ever seem to hit.

Frank takes a similar but different approach. He traces your bottom lip with his thumb, slowly sinking it into your mouth. You can’t help but wrap your lips around him, the lingering taste of metal from his gun on your tongue. Frank looks pleased to have silenced you in any capacity. "Good girl."

There’s no hiding your reaction to that. You clench around Din’s fingers, his pace increasing and thumb landing firmly on your clit. Din sinks down your body, biting and sucking at your hip while Frank keeps you in place with his hand. His free hand reaches down, teasing your nipples and making your back arch.

“You wanna come?” Frank asks. You hum around his thumb, trying to get your desperation across. You’ve been on edge for too long now, Din rapidly bringing you closer to it. You’re not sure you can hold out all that much longer.

“Gonna stop acting like a brat if we let you?”

Any fight left in you evaporates completely as the wet heat of Din’s mouth replaces his thumb on your clit. You can hardly find it in you to shake your head yes, much less come up with any sort of retort. It’s difficult to speak with Frank’s thumb in your mouth anyway. Thankfully the small acknowledgement is enough to appease him.

Frank’s hand presses on the back of Din’s head, pushing him closer into you. You’d be worried about breaking his nose if it weren’t for the waves of pleasure crashing through you, drowning out anything else. There isn’t much technique to it at this point, but his enthusiasm more than makes up for it. It doesn’t take much for your orgasm to overtake you, Din working you through it until you begin to shake from overstimulation.

Frank’s thumb slips from your mouth, an awed expression on his face from watching you come undone. “I get why you’re always in that damn bathroom now.”

If your limbs didn’t feel so heavy, you’d probably hit him for that. Din takes care of shutting him up though, crawling overtop of you to take Frank in his mouth. Your chest is still heaving, coming down from your high. You can’t say that watching Din lick a stripe up Frank’s cock from base to tip is helping you calm down at all. Nor is the broken moan that Frank makes.

Din’s body is mostly draped over yours to reach Frank. The bulk of his weight is lifted, but his skin is still pressed against you, the softness of his stomach resting across half of your chest and left shoulder. Your hand traces the muscles of his arms and chest, more than happy to touch while he makes Frank come undone above you.

Frank is a sight to behold too. His face is flushed, gripping the headboard to keep himself upright. Din's cheeks are hollowed around Frank's cock, setting an even pace as he bobs his head.

You reach up, covering with your hand what Din is unable to fit in his mouth. You match his pace, spit slicking your movements. The noises Frank is making are sinful. You're half certain you recognize them, though they sound much better loud and up close then muffled through a thin bathroom wall. How you and Din ever thought you could be quiet enough in there is a complete mystery.

Din's cock finds the soft space where your thigh meets your hip and he mindlessly begins to grind himself down against you. Pre-cum wets your skin, lessening the friction and driving both of you crazy. It's not long before you're pawing at Din's chest, moving him away from Frank. Both men protest your readjustment with matching groans.

"Shut it," you say, guiding Din towards your entrance and pulling Frank in towards your face. You're thankful arousal hasn't clogged their brains so much that they can't figure out your intentions.

Din pushes inside you, your previous orgasm easing his way. As many times as you've had him, you'll never get over just how good Din feels – as though your bodies were made for each other. You wonder if Frank will fit you just as well.

"So fucking tight, mesh'la," Din grunts, burying himself to the hilt.

Frank waits until you've settled, gently cupping your cheek. You eagerly open your mouth, the weight of his cock heavy on your tongue. He eases in slowly, somehow still managing to be an insufferable tease, when you’d be more than happy to take him in one quick motion. He stops and pulls back when he feels the back of your throat.

They're gentle with you, letting you get used to the two of them, both pairs of hips gently rocking into you. It's enjoyable and extremely considerate, neither seeming particularly concerned with picking up the pace, reveling in what you've offered. It warms your heart, but this was not what you intended with this change in position.

You pull off of Frank with a wet pop and arch an eyebrow. "Are you two going to fuck me or not?"

Din and Frank share a look, dangerous smiles gracing their faces. "Careful what you wish for, girl," Frank growls, pulling you back towards him.

Din hikes up one of your legs, tossing it over his shoulder and fucking into you deeper. You moan around Frank's cock, one of his hands now gripping the back of your head. You grab at Frank's ass, half-moons from your nails now surely pressed into the plush flesh. The pleasure is overwhelming. You can feel the edges of your mind softening, allowing sensation to override lucid thoughts.

"This what you needed?" Frank asks.

"Needed us to fuck the boredom out of you?" Din adds.

You barely manage a response, an attempt at nod of your head.

"Don't worry, mesh'la. We'll make sure you're never bored again. Won't have to keep you to myself in the bathroom anymore."

You could die at the thought of that alone. Bathroom counters start to hurt after a while, not to mention the fact that you won't have to try and keep quiet any longer. The ability to have either man or watch them enjoy each other at any time makes another wave of arousal rush through you.

You hum around Frank, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. His hips begin to stutter, his grip loosening. "F-fuck, I'm gonna- shit- I'm-"

He spills into your mouth, the salty tang of his cum coating your tongue. You swallow him down eagerly, what you can't take spilling from the corners of your mouth. Din hardly waits for Frank to pull away from you before he's claiming your lips, tongue plunging into your mouth. You're pretty sure you hear Frank swearing more, but it's difficult to process anything other than Din.

The coarse hairs at the base of Din's cock rub at your clit, hurtling you towards your climax. "Din, please," you whine.

He knows your body well, each punch of his hips threatening to knock you up the mattress. "Come for us, mesh'la," he grunts, his own orgasm rapidly approaching.

You fall apart around him, cunt clenching and making him spill into you. Din buries his head into your neck, clinging onto you. You'd complain about his weight, but you've come to expect it. He's always a barnacle after he finishes.

When you're able to open your eyes you find Frank still on the edge of the bed, looking at you both half in awe and half with uncertainty. You slip your leg down Din's body and worm one arm out from under him.

"Come here."

Din shifts, giving Frank space to lay on your other side. He seems almost surprised that you would both invite him so willingly into your space. It makes your heart ache. You wonder about the last time he was shown open and enthusiastic affection, how long it lasted for. For you and Din it had been a long time before you found one another. You don’t imagine Frank has had it any easier.

Frank lays beside you and Din throws an arm across, touching him too. Within a few moments you can already feel Din’s breathing evening out, drifting into a light sleep. Frank snorts. “He always fall asleep like that?” he asks quietly.

You place a soft kiss on the crown of Din’s curls. “Sometimes. Usually when he’s comfortable.”

There’s some irony to that statement. You’ve been staked out in this motel precisely because of how unsafe it is, waiting for your target or one of his associates to show up. Given the nature of your lives though, you suppose there is relative safety and comfort in this room. No one knows the three of you are here. There are two strong and capable men wrapped around you. For at least right now, at this moment, there’s no danger.

"You know he's going to become insatiable for you now, right?" you ask Frank.

He chuckles. "Like you aren't?"

You playfully smack him. "I'm serious. He's fucking annoying sometimes. Always watching you and up in your business." You can feel Din drooling onto your shoulder and due to your own lovesick mind it doesn't gross you out. "He's all or nothing though. He doesn't fuck around."

"Do you?" Frank asks.

"No," you smile. "I don't think you do either, which means you'll fit right in. You already do."

Frank looks at you with an indiscernible expression before kissing your forehead. "Get some rest, sweetheart. I'll take watch."

He hasn't really acknowledged what you've said, but you know in a way that was it for him. Offering to protect the two of you while you're laid out and vulnerable. You snuggle into Din's warm body, feeling content. There will be plenty of time to impress your love onto Frank later – for now, this is enough. 

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[pineapplemcclean]

i barely use tumblr so im not sure how to use it but i hope this reaches the right audience

this is a post on why I think Mileven is unhealthy/toxic that probably no one is going to see 💀

Anyways I apologize in advance if this has any spelling or grammatical mistakes I'm not going to read all of this when I finish it I'll just post it right away

First off Mike doesn’t know/love El as a person. During his monologue he never mentioned a single personality trait. Nothing about El as a person. And not a single favorite memory- like for example his monologue to Will in s2 where he talks about how they met on the swings. In his monologue he says something along the lines of “I’ve loved you ever since I saw you” that, however, is a lie- he wanted to send her back wherever she came from until he found out she knew something about Will. And when he says “I love you” the vines tighten around her neck. I’m not sure exactly why yet but I have a theory I will delve into later on. “You can fly, you can move mountains” here Mike is appreciating El the Superhero again. Not El as a person. Mike talking about El's powers isn’t romantic. its here that I bring up Millie’s interview about her favorite scene. https://youtu.be/wAMjtRvRQIY

“Mike isn’t loving El like she wants him to” and “Does he truly love her or is she still the superwoman in his mind?” Which implies that Mike has only ever shown love towards El the Superhero. We don't really know if he loves El as a person BUT he called her a superhero during his monologue so….. Mike says he’s never been scared of El before- another lie. For example, when El threw Lucas in s1 using her powers, he was scared of her. Which is completely reasonable, but lying about it in his “love confession”… When he says he’s scared El isn't going to need him anymore he doesn't stutter and his voice is steady (unlike with the rest of his monologue) which means he isn't lying- because Mike and El truly are codependent on each other. And what happens after the monologue? We see El ignoring the topic of their relationship which most Mileven shippers think is simple- they think that now El knows that Mike truly loves her blah blah blah and that she isn't talking to him bc of Max. However, El talked to Mike about Brenner which is a heavy topic for her but she couldn't address the topic of their relationship? which should be obvious? They're going to have a big talk in s5 and its going to be very emotional- possibly a breakup and a talk about their feelings (about time)

Someone also pointed out that this scene contrasts with Max’s whole Vecna moment, because the memories that help Max escape are the memories that visually appear to us, during this scene, the only time we see a memory put to the words that Mike says is the “you were wearing a yellow t shirt in the woods” kind of thing, it gives her a push before the vines tighten more, I believe that this is because everything else that Mike is saying, she can’t put a memory to it, he’s basically just rambling ? nonsense…? her facial expressions, it’s almost as if she’s searching for any like PROOF or memories to go with his words.

To finish the first reason, we genuinely have never seen Mike appreciate El as a person, not just in his monologue but at any point.

Second I want to talk about the “Mike can't express his love bc of his parents” Yet Nancy can? Let me just talk about Stancy/Jancy a bit here and how they're paralleled to Byler Stancy was a toxic relationship because both Steve and Nancy pretended to be people they aren't. After the break up we see both of them get character development. Nancy also started acting like a jerk which is a parallel to how Mike starts treating his friends like shit in s3 while dating El. Mike pretends to be more mature around El. He stops playing d&d and all...and when the Byers move to Cali we see him joining a d&d club. Also, at the end of s3 he apologizes to El for being excited about presents. In s4 we see El lying to Mike about having friends and going to parties, so she can be seen as cool to him. They are both pretending to be someone they aren't. Nancy couldn't say "I love you" to Steve just like Mike couldn't say it to El. And back to the main point “Mike cant express his love bc of his parents” but when its Nancy its bc she loves Jonathan? And actually, Mike having parents who are in a loveless relationship is actually more proof that Mileven is loveless because loveless relationships are something Mike is familiar with so its easier for him to yk be in a loveless relationship. Same goes for El who is used to people appreciating her for her powers only because of the lab.

Something that's kind of similar to what I'm talking about, an example- if you've seen the IT movies then you know Bev and Eddie basically married their parents because bc of their trauma with them (not that Mike's parents' relationship is like traumatic but it obviously affected him)

Nancy has the same parents but why can she say ily to Jonathan without someone telling her to and why can she talk about his personality but Mike can't??

its because Mike doesn't love El and the "from, Mike" is proof enough. because he obviously wrote "from" subconsciously meaning he never thought of writing "I love you" to someone who apparently means the world to him and he loves very much. I mean, it might've not been subconsciously but El's point was good "you cant even write it" because you can easily fake something while writing it I think that's all for reason number 2 (on and also Jancy and Byler have parallels- talking while sitting on a car; Nancy/Mike and Jonathan/Will talking and Nancy/Mike glances at Jonathan's/Will's lips reason number 3 I don't think El is ready for a relationship a controversial take but let me explain "you say El isn't ready for a relationship but then go ahead and ship her with Max" I ship her w/ Max bc she'd treat El better but I don't think it should happen (or that it will) because El has unresolved trauma from the lab and Mike triggered her "what did you do?!". My point is not that you shouldn't ship Mileven, its that I think they shouldn't be canon. "Will is also traumatized" Will's trauma is different and he had more people help him cope with it. El was introduced to so many new things like friendship, love, school, etc. and reason number 5 is that Mike makes El feel like a monster, even if its not on purpose. Even if they love each other they don't make each other feel loved. I think that's all but I'd like to add a bit of a s4 Mileven analysis (with some Byler in it)

In the beginning we see Mike reading El's letter and we're shown how El is doing- we notice that she's lying to him about everyone being nice and about her grades. She ends her letter with "Love, El" when Mike finishes reading her letter he crumbles it, despite being a sentimental type of person- he has (had?) Will's art hung up in the basement.

When he arrives in Cali he looks ugly (sorry i just needed to express my opinion on his outfit) he looks very excited to meet El but when he gets to Will, his childhood best friend, he becomes very... weird. he bumps him on the shoulder instead of hugging him back. this is why the line "Will is acting weird" El wrote to Mike is so important- bc even though Will is the one who loves Mike, he's been acting normal. and everyone is saying its because Mike doesn't want to be friends with Will anymore- yet later on Mike apologized for his behavior and him and Will have been glued to the hip since. so its def not bc he doesn't want to be friends with Will...suspicious Anyways on to the rink-o-mania scene we see Mike and El being happy yk just your usual couple hanging out. However, as it zooms into Will's face we realize the scene is from his pov. And Will is actually an unreliable narrator, meaning this scene might not be as happy as it looks. (someone said that Will was confirmed to be an unreliable narrator but since no one provided a video or article I'm going to prove it in a bit) When Angela enters we see Mike and El skating from her pov but not looking as happy- in fact they look...bored? meaning that they aren't actually happy in the skate ring scene. And about Will being an unreliable narrator: in his pov Mike is ignoring him entirely. However later on Mike confronts Will about how he's been acting meaning Mike was actually paying attention to Will. Anyways you know how the rest of the skate ring scene unfolds. As I already mentioned, Mike makes El unintentionally feel like a monster (and in my opinion he was scared of her here) and he's paralleled to Brenner (which will become a bit important later on). An important thing to note here is that in season 1 El broke Troy's arm. Troy is Will and Mike's bully. He didn't show the same reaction then as he did in the skate ring scene. He was happy/pleased but in the skate ring scene he's angry/scared. ONWARDS the dinner where Mike makes El feel like shit yet again. "She didn't look fine" Jesus Michael that's your gf, why are you being annoying The next day Mike goes to apologize to El who then points out the "From, Mike" and how he was scared of her. The whole argument is about Mike only showing love towards El the Superhero (as MBB said in the interview I mentioned earlier on) and it's important to know he calls her superhero during their fight. Which just makes El feel worse. another important detail is that he blames this whole thing on the "mouth breathers" when Mike is the problem - he's pushing the blame away from himself again (same as in s3 when he asks what he did wrong when he literally lied to El. Meanwhile in both of his apologies with Will he fully takes the blame, saying how he was acting like a jerk. And Mike always knows what to say to Will, but with El he needs someone to motivate him or tell him what to say - Will's speech to him in s4 and Lucas dragging Mike to the mall in s3, meanwhile Mike dragged Lucas over to Will's). El feels like Mike doesn't love her anymore because she lost her powers/she isn't a superhero anymore. wattpad time skip to El's note:

"Dear, Mike I have gone to become a superhero again. From, El" 1. "I have gone to become a superhero again" is in a way saying she's gone to become someone he can love again. 2. "From, El" this screams breakup to me, idk about you guys. And Mike said this fight seemed more adult compared to the rest of the fights they've had (the s3 breakup included, which could possibly mean that this is a serious breakup). He also said it's "a fight you can't come back from". And imo Mike knew El was breaking up with him by the way he was staring at the note. And the word "adult" that Mike used, I think it's important because Caleb says they have a teenage relationship dynamic. teenage relationship. adult fight.

another reason why I think they had an implied breakup is this parallel: Vickie: "I am rambling about my dumb boyfriend when there are people out there suffering" talking about her breakup to Robin. Mike: "No, i..it's stupid, given everything that's going on" Talking about his fight with El to Will.

fast forward to the van scene

If you take Mike from a surface level standpoint some of his scenes flat out don't make sense. For instance, in episode 5, Mike and Will have their heart to heart. Mike says he regrets not being able to say what he wanted to El and that maybe things would be different if he had. Then Will talks about how scary it is to open up to people you care about because they might not like the truth. And Mike agrees. So let's say Mike is surface level. And he's only talking about El in this context. The truth Mike would be talking about in this scenario would be telling her that he loved her back in ep 3- But that doesn't make sense?? El was practically begging Mike to prove that he loved her back in the first few episodes. So in what universe would El not like that truth? Why would Mike think that El wouldn't want to hear that he loved her? And if Mike truly meant everything he said during the finale, why would he not tell her what she wanted to hear back in episode 3? If you love someone and you don't want to lose them, you'd want to get your feelings across and make her feel validated. Even if he can't say it, he could prove it through his actions. Hug her. Kiss her. Hold her hand. Anything to showcase that he loves her. But he doesn't do that. And then when the moment in the finale comes around, he starts contradicting himself. His actions just stop making any semblance of sense when you try looking at it that way. In fact, the script of the van scene released recently. Noah said they filmed it all day. But when he saw the scene play out, he noticed that it was edited to be more subtle in certain areas. Now, there are two important lines that are removed from the final product. One is Will talking about "El" and saying how losing Mike hurts too much. I'm supposing they were just trying to make Will's feelings more subtle here. But the second line removed is from Mike who says that the last time he looked in El's eyes, he saw that she didn't need him/love him anymore. Now, if they were trying to keep Will's feelings a secret, making it more subtle in that area might make sense. But them choosing to remove Mike's line and make him more subtle as a character doesn't make sense unless there's a deeper truth about Mike that they're intentionally keeping hidden from a lot of the audience. That Mike knows El isn't interested in him anymore and that maybe, S5 will have El break up with him again.

then the reunion

Mike and El...don't kiss. Even though they both almost died. Now, we all know El got character development concerning her lab trauma- she disobeys Brenner because she is more than just a girl with powers, she is a human being but he treated her like a monster. this is why I think the fact that Mike is paralleled to Brenner is so important- because he also appreciated her only for her powers. I think they didn't kiss then and there because El realized she won't be happy in the relationship if Mike only appreciates her for her powers.

And the reason why the vines tighten around El's neck when Mike says "I love you" is because she knows he can only say it because she got her powers back. that's my theory at least. Oh Jesus this is- a lot. I really hope I didn't miss anything. Bonus fact: Mike and El being referred to as Romeo and Juliet isn't romantic- Romeo and Juliet are star-crossed lovers doomed to fail. and Romeo actually loved Juliet's sister Rosaline.

also im going to tag this as byler so there's a smaller chance of milevens coming after me

[rosebloodcat]

Ok but imagine if people in modern times find Ingo right before he's supposed to wake up again. They tell Emmet "I'm sorry. We found your brother's body. It was buried at X location." (presumed dead at first bc gems dont need to breathe) Except then Ingo wakes up wherever they moved him to and he just leaves.

How do you tell someone their brother's body got up and walked away

asdfghjkl, that's one of those moments where there's no good answer to a question.

On a slightly more serious note, I don't think Arceus would just stuff a body underground and leave it while doing remote transformations to the person in question.

Somewhat inspired by this reply on a previous post from @samejazzed

Ingo is out cold and unaware of what's going on around him, yes. But it's because Arceus is taking his time making sure he's got the formula/abilities down before sending him off again.

And I think Ingo would probably be more of a Gem-Hybrid than a "Pure" Gem, so there are still squishy bits inside and normal vital signs to be found. Plus being powered by sunlight/light would be difficult for Ingo's health. You know, considering he and Emmet spend most, if not all, of their time in underground subway tunnels. Allowing for eating and sleeping as a refueling method is just better for his health in the long run.

There are plenty of legendary/mythical pokemon that spend their dormancy time in inanimate objects, so I can see Arceus doing the same sort of thing with Ingo's gem.

(A prime example would be the dragons from Black and White!)

So Ingo spending those years dozing away inside his gem seems perfectly reasonable to me.

(Also, not sure about a custom legendary for making new gems, but it might be fun if Arceus tucked the ability into Ingo himself to do that. Like if people he was close enough to fuse with could potentially become gems when they separated. If that was something they wanted/were down with happening to them and Ingo was cool with happening.)

[tacom-literatureu-blog]

Apologies for this being long and rambly I've had maybe too many thoughts about this sona sjdjsk.

Helleborus Angel

Local sentient plant <3 going back to my roots <3

(If this is a normal hybrid situation or not, I do not know. All I know is this that xe's green and leafy and player shaped)

((helleborus and angel are both...first names of sorts. No last name on this gal. Idk if it's a plant thing but I think plant folks being named after the plant they are and then a name they're given or choose themselves is neat))

Havent fully thought through where xe was originally from (part of me is partial to Scars season 7 wizard village, feels right for the fact that my entry into hc was season 7 and, adore scar. Idk how that'd fit in with the timeline tho.)

But nonetheless this agender plant moves to dsmp, probably during the manberg era, sees the cost of living in manberg goes 'haha..,what if: no' but xe was already server side and nothing sucks more than having to deal with moving servers again, and nothing explicitly states that xe cant just, camp out in the woods while looking for a place to live!

Plant folk don't need a whole lot in regards to living, in theory xe could just sunbathe until full (a boring experience, but honey is hard to come by and while delicious, more complex foods are hard to break down like, efficiently. They hurt xir tummy. The origins mod for plant folks should of let em eat meat tho. A good trope reversal.)

So anyways, camping plant trying to find a place to live leaving up flyers for 'terraforming, gardening, organization, and other miscellaneous house keeping' which I think is the slipperiest slope to ending up working in the catmaid business (terrifying, but acceptable.) but xe'll probably settle somewhere near the main hub of the smp if only bc most other settlements are too cold for xir tastes. Or dry n hot. And if xe ended up in lmanberg that's...no longer there. So, likely currently helping with relief effort given proximity either way. But, definitely around that area.

(If Eret is ever looking for a castle gardener/cleaner, xe would certainly never say no. Eret sounds like a fantastic employer.)

(Personality I'd say is, a lil awkward around people, and despite being willing to live out in the woods under the stars, likes having things and stuff, likes collecting lil knickknacks that make Xem smile y'know? Also very much fond of doing acts of service. Affectionate but not really touchy. Not any good in a fight. Redstone tasty gene. Maybe has eaten many rocks to see if they also taste good. Likes cronchy things. Bones tasty. You know how it is. Cannot build houses for the life of xem. Like a cat and will sleep in sun spots. Bed is definitely wherever the most sun hits. Nether bad. Gross. Will choose to travel in the overworld almost always. Mushrooms icky. Does not understand redstone.)

But yeah! Uh anyways *hands you my sona* domy - submission from Helleborus Angel

OMG HELLBOUROUS I LOVE XEM, THEY'RE SO CUTE!!! Xey definitely have a spot in the TACOMLU, and I know the perfect place for xem!

Thank you so much for sharing! I'm so happy you could make a TACOMLU sona! - Patton

[kaaytea]

So how about Lev, Tsuki, Kuroo and Oiks with a really short and shy s/o. (I'm 4'9 so all i want is for someone to pick me up from under the arms like a cat and carry me on their shoulders 👉👈🥺) - Bug Anon

Jsksndk ✨this~✨

Short s/o

⤷Includes: Tsukki, Kuroo, Lev, and Oikawa 

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Tsukishima

I'm sorry but this is Tsukki, he will clown you

No one else is allowed to tease you about your height tho, he will actually end them with some back handed comment

He's the type where if you walk up to him during the day and start talking he'll kinda ignore you a bit then be like "oh sorry, I didn't see you down there"

He’s so mean about it but at the same time he loves when you ask him for help

He makes a big show about being annoyed that you need him to grab something off the top shelf when secretly it's his favorite thing

Thinks it's the funniest thing when you try to kiss him

Like it's not gonna happen you're way to smol to reach his lips

He'll torture you for a bit but eventually he leans down so he can kiss you

Sorry but he rests his arm on your head a lot 😔

Is probably happy that you're a bit shy bc it's easy to fluster you and he vibes well with people that lean more introverted

Living with tall people is actually the worst, like whY does Tsukki feel the need to put all of your favorite mugs on the tOp!! Shelves when he knOws you can't reach them

You know it's fine, you're used to this and have become a champion counter climber 😌✨

So that explains why you were currently kneeling on the counter reaching up for a mug at 10 pm

"What the hell are you doing?"

".......getting my mug? What's it look like silly"

Why are you like this? Why do you feel the need to put yourself in dangerous situations so much?

Kei sighed and walked over to you, he grabbed your waist and pulled you down from the counter then reached up and got the mug down

"You need to stop endangering yourself when you could literally just ask me to help you"

"I wouldn't be endangering myself if you stopped putting MY things on the high shelves!... I swear you do it on purpose sometimes"

He definitely does it on purpose....but he'll never tell you that :)

Kuroo

God he loves you

Kuroo is such a huge dork so expect him to fawn over you

He won't tease you toooo much like he occasionally will hold something out of your reach to watch you jump around trying to get it back

But he really just appreciates you as you are 😌

Kuroo is used to shy, introverted ppl so he's not bothered by it at all

As long as he can hug you he's happy

He LOVES to rest his chin on your head!!

If you're still too short for him to do that he also LOVES giving you back hugs, so either way it's a win win

You were watching Tetsu practice spiking, most of the team had left, only a few stragglers remained trying to get in some extra practice

You were very content with your spot, you were out of the way and happily sat swinging your legs back and forth. Plus you had a pretty good view of Tetsu and Kenma from your bench meaning you could soak up the pure joy that radiated off your boyfriend

Tetsu looked over to see you watching

"Wanna try spiking, sweetheart?"

"Tetsu, I don't think I can even jump high enough to see over the net"

"We won't know until you try~"

I mean he was right...I guess it couldn't hurt

And ya know he looks really cool when he spiked so maybe you'd look pretty cool too!

You walked over to Tetsu and gave Kenma the ok to set the ball for you

You jumped up and you actually hit the ball!!

But the ball didn't even make it past the net 😭

"DON'T LAUGH AT ME!"

"No no you did really good!... You uh... Looked very cute?"

">:(("

"Here do it again I wanna try something"

You sighed, he was just setting you up for failure so he can watch you make a fOOL of yourself again

Kenma set the ball and you jumped up

ONLY THIS TIME YOU KEPT RISING

NDKDNDK KUROO IS REALLY LIFTING YOU UP RN SO YOU CAN SPIKE

You hit the ball and it shot to the ground with a satisfying slap!

"THAT FELT SO COOL!! I FEEL SO POWERFUL!!"

"Yeah you sure look intimidating having me lift you up so you can look over the net"

"Let me have this moment, Tetsurou"

Lev

If anyone were to pick you up like a cat it's this kid

He is lAnKy and you being smol?

He will pick you up....you physically cannot stop him

Likes to lift you up and spin you around when you come to visit him at practice

It usually ends with you being pretty dizzy and Yaku kicking Lev for treating you like a cat

Lev is pretty oblivious to what he says, specifically to people that are shorter to him

He might say something that’s a little rude and unknowingly offend you but he really doesn't mean it

Like it just doesn't click for him that there's a chance he's being insensitive

Just remember that Lev would never ever hurt you intentionally and if he realizes that he hurt you he'd probably panic and continuously apologize to you for the next week

I feel like Lev would compare your hand sizes a lot. He thinks its funny how much smaller your hands are compared to his he gets this funny feeling in his chest whenever he does, you’re just very tiny and cute

It seems like wherever Lev goes he always finds a cat

It's very odd

You were walking around a park for a date when he suddenly stopped at a tree

"AH A CAT WE HAVE TO HELP IT!"

"......It's pretty far up there Lev, I don't think even you can reach it"

"We can't just leave it!!! Quick get on my shoulders!!"

What

How did this happen?

Correction, How did you let this happen?

You reached your hand out to the orange cat sitting on the branch, it slowly made its way in your direction

"Did you save it?"

"almost, move a little to the right"

That cat gracefully leaped into your arms and started purring

Ok maybe this was worth it bc this cat is really cute🥺

You and Lev ended up playing with the cat for a bit getting it to bat at some leaves

The cat even followed you guys for a bit and you see it every so often on your park dates

You named it apricot

Oikawa

I hate to say it but you know that feeling you get when you see a really cute kitten or puppy?

Yeah that's how Oikawa reacts

You're just.....tiny and he has this overwhelming need to hold you

He honestly loves that you're short

Oiks is, surprisingly, pretty tall. Like man is pushing 6'0 so having a small s/o just makes him :))!!

Oikawa doesn't mind your timidness, he thinks it adds to your charm!

Boy friken loves when you hide your face in his chest

Also king of piggy back rides 😌

He will carry you everywhere if given the chance

You were walking back to Oikawa's place

He just finished practice and it was a Friday so he insisted you come over for a sleepover

Yes he still calls them sleepovers, let him live it's cute

You were walking down the street, hand in hand, and the sun had just started going down painting the sky with warm reds and oranges

To be honest you were kinda tired so you started dragging behind a bit

You took a nap while you waited for Seijoh’s practice to end and you only woke up maybe 15 minutes ago? So you were kinda in that weird state where your awake...but not very aware

"(y/n)-chan?"

"huh?"

"Did you not hear what I said?"

"no....I'm sorry Turoo I'm still a bit tired"

":0!! I can't have my precious s/o wAlking if they're tired!"

He just scOOPS you up bridal style and continues walking like it's nothing

I-

Huh I mean sure I guess, if you really insist Tooru

You wrap your arms around his neck for more stability and he sneaks a kiss on to your cheek

"Won't your arms get tired carrying me?"

"Oh please, you're as light as a feather"

😳 ig Volleyball training has it's benefits bc he really can carry you everywhere and never get tired

[meetmeatthecoda]

Lately, I've found myself drawn to stories ( and I mean drawn to as in envisioning those stories in my head, thinking them through to the very last detail, not reading, let alone writing them down, because I've long since accepted that they will never turn out quite the same on the paper ) where Red is the one who'd been seriously hurt and, therefore, rendered unconscious for an indefinite amount of time and worried Liz is the one who doesn't leave his side, hoping and praying and pleading that he would wake up. Probably, something that has to do with how unfair it is that we've seen Red keep vigil by hurt!Lizzy's side – playing music for her, holding her hand, reading to her etc. – a number of times and yet, over the course of 8 seasons, never have ever been allowed the pleasure of seeing Liz do the same for him ( not even when he was shot – because she left to retrieve the Fulcrum and couldn't come back until the fight was over – or when he was poisoned – because she'd been waiting to be cleared to see him and he ran away the moment he wasn't actively dying, because that's Red for you all ), even though she loves and cares about him as much as he loves and cares about her.

I mean, just imagine the possibilities!

Liz pacing around the waiting area of Red's mobile hospital while he's in surgery, unable to think about anything else other than how he looked – battered and broken and barely alive – when they've found him and how his head rested in her lap ( she could almost convince herself that he was merely dozing, if he wasn't so deathly pale and still and there wasn't so much blood on his clothes and her clothes and her hands and the backseat of the car ) and his hand was limp in her death grip as they rushed him to his doctors and she whispered words of reassurance and encouragement to him even though she knew he couldn't hear her and how she had to fight the instinct to curl around her lover and snarl at anyone who would come close because she can't let him be hurt further as the medics took him away from her, exchanging observations and orders that didn't sound particularly reassuring. She's also acutely aware of the fact that Red is fighting for his life – there, just a few feet away from her – and, though he's the strongest man she's ever known, he may not win, and so she makes a promise to the empty air in front of her that she will kill him herself if he dares to give up on her and Agnes like that now, when they've just reached the good, right place in their relationship, just confesses their feelings to each other. At some point, Dembe most certainly pulls Liz in for a hug, letting her cry in his shoulder, doing his best to comfort her ( even though there's nothing that can bring her more comfort than Red's hug, when he – alive and whole – wraps his arms protectively around her and holds her close and lets her hide from the whole world in his arms, his chest, his shoulder and neck – wherever she prefers to burrow her face at the time – and the memory itself makes her cry harder, because there's a possibility that he will never hug her like that again ), even though he's just as worried and scared as she is, and Mr Kaplan helps Liz clean up, washing away Red's blood from her hands and producing seemingly out of the thin air fresh clothes for her to change into.

Red, of course, pulls through the surgery, beating all odds, and Liz's heart floods with relief at the good news before sinking when the doctor explains to her and Dembe and Mr Kaplan the extent of Red's injuries and that it's impossible to say when – or even if – he wakes up.

And so the waiting game begins. Liz doesn't leave Red's side, holding his hand, stroking his knuckles with her thumb and never letting go, constantly talking to him and reading to him and even asking Dembe to bring the record player and some records from the Bethesda apartment to play to him, hoping that it would elicit some kind of response from him. Yet, as they days go by, there's not a single, smallest sign that he's aware of anything that's going on around him, that he's still there somewhere and is trying to find his way back to her, to them – he doesn't stir, doesn't so much as flutter his eyelashes, and Liz grows more desperate with each passing day, even though the doctor assures her that Red's slowly but surely improving ( but she can't see it with her own eyes, and if she can't see it, she's less likely to believe it, the more time passes with him just lying there, undisturbed by the loud, chaotic world around him ).

And then there's Agnes... While Liz keeps vigil at Red's bedside, the babysitting duties are split equally between Aram and Samar, Charlene and Cooper, Ressler and Audrey and Dembe and Mr Kaplan. Yet more often than not whoever picks little Agnes up from school and / or her ballet classes brings her over to the safe-house where Liz and Red are. She doesn't seem to be as unnerved by Red's state as her mommy is, climbing on his bed each time she visits ( after giving her mommy the biggest hug, of course ) and leaning in close to him, examining his face thoughtfully before half-asking, half-stating "He's still tired, mommy?". And Liz usually replies with a hoarse "Yes, baby" because she doesn't trust herself not to get choked up if she tries to answer more eloquently. Agnes simply nods then, satisfied with the explanation why he hasn't woken up yet, and settles against Red's side – mindful of his injuries and the spider web of wires and tubes connecting him to all sorts of monitors and machines – and either naps ( especially, on ballet classes days ) or tells her mommy and Red ( she talks to him just like Liz does much too easily – promising him to show him the new moves she's learnt when he wakes up etc. – as if she's already done that before or seen anyone else do that... unbeknownst to Liz, she did both – when Liz herself was in a coma, Agnes both saw Red talk to her mommy and was encouraged by him to talk to her, too, because it may help her mommy sleep easier and maybe she'll get better sooner and finally wake up ) about her day or does her homework or draws ( more often than not, she draws either cards for Red to read when he wakes up or just things she wants him to see ). And when the time comes for her to leave, she always kisses Red on the cheek, wishing him "sweet dreams" and to get better soon, and then gives her mommy, who tries so very hard not to tear up but fails miserably, a hug and a kiss, too, and tells her frequently that she shouldn't cry because Red is just too tired, just like she – Liz – once was, and that he just needs to sleep a bit more.

And when the door behind Agnes closes and Liz is sure her daughter won't see / hear her, she breaks down hard, in big, ugly sobs, because her little girl shouldn't be acting so naturally in this kind of situation and because she wishes so hard that Red just woke up, because she can't do this, any of this, without him.

In the end, once his body has healed itself enough and he regained enough of his strength, Red, of course, does wake up. It's a slow process, and Liz thinks she might either faint or go mad from the overwhelming feelings that are swirling inside of her when Red moves for the first time in what seems to her like forever – squeezing her hand feather-lightly – and when he leans slightly, unconsciously into her touch when she strokes his cheek – out of habit, without even expecting any sort of reaction from him and being pleasantly surprised – and when he opens his eyes for the first time – it's a brief occurrence, with his eyes slipping shut tiredly again after just a few moments, and he's still pretty much out of it, apparently, not even noticing her presence by his side, but for Liz it's a major event – and when he finally, finally looks directly at her – alive and conscious and alert – and calls her "Lizzy". He's still weak and his voice sounds terrible and Liz knows she shouldn't let all of her pent-up feelings – the fear and despair and frustration and love and relief and exhaustion – out on him like that – he's just woken up, after all – but she can't hold back the tears nor the jumbled mess of "thank you"s and "I love you"s and " "I've missed you"s and "I'm so so happy you're back" and "I was so worried" and "Don't ever scare me like that again" that spills from her lips as she leans in to kiss him lightly and give him the gentlest of hugs...

(Since I'm not a ficwriter and, therefore, have no intentions of using this pile of ideas/images/feelings myself, I wouldn't mind at all if you or any other writer drew inspiration from this rambling of mine)

Ahhhhh 😭😭😭 Are you sure you're not a fic writer, anon?? Cause this reads like some quality hurt/comfort to me!! 🥲🥲 Honestly, this is a lovely scenario to imagine & it gives me a slightly bitter sense of satisfaction to think of Liz suffering through just a fraction of the time Red spent by her side while she was in her coma... especially if it's the catalyst for fEeLiNgS to emerge tee hee bc, you're RIGHT, we were woefully deprived of those situations in the show & I'll never not be sad about it tbh. More specifically, things I love the most about this in no particular order: Liz having to "fight the instinct to curl around her lover & snarl" *swoon*, Liz swearing she will kill him herself if he dies LMAO, Dembe hugging her for comfort & Mr. Kaplan helping her get cleaned up 🥺🥺🥺, Liz playing records for Red yasss, AGNES & everyone taking turns babysitting her while she misses her Daddy desperately but deals with the situation with a maturity & grace beyond her years in an effort to help her grieving Mommy through it cool cool mkay mkay, Liz only breaking down once Agnes leaves OWWW, anddddd Liz being a blubbering mess when Red finally wakes up & calls her "Lizzie" & they kiss *whispers* it's fine, i'm fine 🙃 IN CONCLUSION, I love this anon, thank you for sharing this lovely little AU with me!! 🥰 And much, much love to you, of course, my friend!! ❤️

[bones-and-matches]

I almost can't believe that I ran you off of Tumblr. You were on here for longer than me. And that's saying something.

I'm happy, grateful even, that you didn't delete your blog. Truth be told I dug through your old posts as a way to cope with you leaving me. It was my lifeline. I remember one time I panicked bc ur url link stopped working and I thought you DID delete your blog. But all it was was a name change.

Soo. I decoded your message within your message.

Funny enough I would have missed it entirely. But I can across the Paramore song Decode. And I wondered if you had left me anything to decode. And you did lol

I WASN'T READY TO TALK TO YOU

Message received. Now here's my Message:

(I was going to try and make a decodable message using capital words but tbh I'm kinda tired of secrecies, I think I'll just spill my guts out lol)

I am sorry. I shouldn't have interfered in your life. I really did mean it that I felt a depression unlike anything else I've ever felt in my life. I had been bottling up my emotions and thoughts for so long it was killing me. That day I sent the first email I had the strongest urge to kill myself that I had ever experienced. It scared me. It wasn't like anything I had ever felt before. It felt like BLACK blood. Violent and unsettling. I don't know how to describe it other than it was terrifying.

So I had to talk to you. And while I was wondering about what you did with my bag and any other effects you have of me, and if you have started moving yet. It was mostly just an excuse to barge into your life again and maybe hear your voice.

I got that. And I even got to find out why you didn't pick up the phone when I called. For a while I wondered if things would be different if I tried harder. Maybe sending an email or Tumblr message to you, if that would have changed what we are right now. A dead relationship.

But it does nothing to dwell on that. I'll never know.

You said that you'll keep your blog open for people wanting to walk memory lane. And that the road ends there. On October 7th, 2021.

Well. I'll make my own road then.

Because I truly meant it. I miss you. And I always will. I don't think my last email made it clear. But I don't miss you in a romantic way. No, I miss you in a much more... MORE kinda way. I didn't know you much as a lover/girlfriend. I knew you as my best friend. And that's who I miss. I miss you. With every fiber of my being, I miss you.

So I'll post on here the messages I wanted to send to you. Pictures of past messages. Is this super unhealthy. Yeah probably lol. But it is the best I can do for myself right now to stop from bothering you again.

I want to believe that one day I can show you this. That one day youll allow me back into your life and we can be friends again.

I know I said that our red string of fate had faded away. But I will always feel it's pull towards you. Even if it's not connected to you anymore I'll wrap it around my arm until you want to take a strand back onto your hand.

I love you Elizabeth. I never stopped.

... I have a lot more to talk about. But I guess I'll say those things in another post. Well. Here's the first brick to this new road! A road that I hope leads back to our friendship.

Wherever you are right now. I hope you are doing well.