#def can’t jump around on a stage

[styxvii]

Everytime I go to a concert I think about doing performances too but aaa I think I’m too disabled for that 😭

[josephtrohman]

not the girl who’s next to us in line low key dissing joe while i have my trohmaniac shirt on GSJSJSKDJDND

[eoieopda]

CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE BABY, here have some flowers 💐

here i come with a humble request 🫡

i was thinking of a hobi + secret relationship trope... maybe smutty too if you're up for it lol 👉🏽👈🏽

can't wait for the drabbles you're gonna write omg 😭🤲🏽

what lua wants, lua gets 🫡 tbh i think this is one of my favorite things i’ve ever written, so tysm for unwittingly setting that stage 🫣

the one where hoseok plays with fire

pairing: degenerate!hoseok x afab!reader type: (d) angst, smut (18+) | wc: 1.6k au: secret/forbidden relationship, rival gangs, romeo & juliet kinda vibes 🤫 cw: acknowledgement of membership in street gangs but just to explain the dynamic (no depictions of gang activity); minor threat (not the band, just the potential consequences of their actions); public (ish?) sex; unprotected p in v penetration; not much in the way of foreplay because i’m operating under a word limit, lol; biting, a lil bit; gratuitous imagery of hoseok wearing chains 🫣 a/n: this popped into my head while listening to $20 by boygenius on reeeeepeeeeaaaaat. def check out this song (and the record!) there’s a direct quote from the song in the dialogue, btw. credit for that bolded bit goes to julien thee baker.

There’s a decommissioned junkyard outside of town. It sits within a constellation of run-down warehouses and empty parking lots, and has a gravitational pull all its own. Finding it doesn’t take much, just fifteen minutes on the expressway, two turns at perpetually-blinking traffic lights, and a specific strain of desperation not many will ever know the likes of. It’s desolate and depressing, but despite all that, it’s a sanctuary.

A hill to die on.

You’d spent more time there lately than you’d ever be free to admit. A veritable coffee stain on a map, you’re not sure that its existence on that side street was anyone’s conscious decision. Likewise, you can’t say for certain that the drop of its name would mean anything to anyone. It means everything to you, however, so asking after recognition isn’t a risk you’re willing to take.

You’re risking enough as it is.

As is usually the case, you’re the first to arrive. When you do, you ignore the dirt that kicks up with every step and swirls around your bare ankles; and you keep walking until you reach your usual perch. The bare-bones, American-made t-top sits where it seemingly always has: on cinder blocks. It’s older than you by thirty years or so, but it groans with vigor when you grip hard to the frame, slide your foot over the exposed wheel hub, and hoist yourself onto the hood.

The bare skin on the back of your thighs is chilled instantly by the paint-chipped metal below you. It loses more and more of its smoothness the longer it sits out, exposed to the elements, but then again, so do you. Maybe that’s why this spot is a hard-fought favorite of yours.

Your crows’ nest, your perfect vantage point. A place to sit and play look-out while your eager eyes scan the driveway ahead.

You hear him before you see him, but that’s purposeful. Hoseok kills the headlamp on his motorcycle before he comes anywhere near the junkyard — just in case, baby. The rumble of his four-stroke engine is one you can feel in your stomach long after he shuts it off. Even when he parks that pristine, second-hand Hyosung somewhere only he’d be able to find it again. Still, when he finally steps under the yellow glow of the street lamp — your only source of light, save for the moon — and he’s all you see.

Hoseok keeps his pace casual as he makes his way to you, but his anticipation is visible in his posture. He’s swallowing words, based on the blatant twitch of his jaw. Always clenched to keep from calling out to you, as if the abandoned area wasn’t chosen for its ability to keep your secrets.

With much more ease than you, he jumps and pulls himself up to the car hood to meet you. The metal creaks under the weight of his body, but when it hovers over you, it’s a sigh of relief. A millisecond can’t pass by before he cages your head in between his arms — palms pressed against the dusty windshield — and swoops down to capture your kiss.

“Missed you,” he mumbles against your lips. His tone is low, hushed, and yet still sandpaper-course in a way that screams I mean it. The distance at which his limited words keep you is contrary to the way he holds you — close to the chest like your feelings are as fleeting as moments like this, gently as if you’ll break apart in his hands.

Like he loves you.

Your fingers instinctively thread themselves in his wind-swept hair — no helmet, no surprise there — and now it’s his turn to sigh. Hoseok tries to pull away, likely to gaze at you the way he always wants to, but you claim his bottom lip between your teeth and refuse to let him — this — go.

It sounds so silly without full use of his mouth:

“Baby,” he warns.

You release him with a smirk, brushing the tip of your nose against his. There’s enough fondness in his eyes to drown in and you would, in a heartbeat, if time was ever on your side.

“Good girl.”

The delicate, cuban-link chain around his neck glints in the half-light. Little slivers of silver dance across your own collarbone as it sways in the space between your bodies. A little constellation, guiding you North from your southside trap to a home you can’t have.

You, who can never seem to leave well-enough alone, run the thin, interlocking rectangles between the tips of your thumb and middle finger. You know you shouldn’t, but you pout, “You’re late.”

Hoseok’s expression says more than he does. You hear, “I know,” but you see, “I didn’t have a choice and I never will.”

He grunts when he sits up onto his knees. Wordlessly, he spills over your side and collects into a puddle in the space next to you. Once he settles, he stares up at the sky. You know he’s focused on something even further away.

“Did someone follow?” You ask gently.

Hand slipping easily into his, your fingers interlock. Links in a chain. Never an accessory to be worn in public.

Hoseok’s mouth pulls up slightly at one corner; and you know what that looks means. It means twenty minutes down the drain, shaking a tail before he can make his way to you. It means that, next time, you may need to find a different hiding spot.

The arm furthest from yours is draped over his abdomen. He moves it, and you move to hover in the space he’s cleared for you. Anchored with your knees on either side of his hips, you cup his jaw with the hand not holding his. For you, he lets himself soften, leans into the warmth of your palm.

You don’t normally say the obvious out loud, but reality doesn’t always stay in the cage you try to lock it in. “We’re playing with fire.”

“In another life,” Hoseok replies wistfully while his fingernails scratch — affectionately, teasingly, cautiously — down the expanse of your bare thigh. “We were arsonists.”

When he kisses you a second time, it’s enough for you to forget where you are. No longer in a junkyard on the outskirts of town, no longer on opposite sides of a line in the dirt, no longer trying to shove flowers into the front of a shotgun.

It’s enough.

It’s routine. You hike up the hem of your dress while he unzips his black jeans. Those are pushed down while your thong is pushed to the side; and so is the thought that this is the most of him you can have. You don’t get all of him, can’t lave your needy tongue over all of him, because it’s not safe to love him with all the layers cast aside. It’s practical, promotes a quick getaway in the event one is needed.

It’s enough, you think again, like repetition will make it true.

It’s perfect. Both of you keen when he enters you. Your thighs tremble; your walls grip him tight as they reacclimate to the stretch his cock demands. Hoseok notices your rapid blinking when you settle down on him. He knows without having to ask, kisses you through an ache that isn’t physical at all. It, like him, stays where it’s kept: in the left side of your rib cage.

“Shit,” he grunts. “Feel so perfect, baby — fuck.”

You roll your hips against him, taking him all the way and dragging the curve of his cock over that secret spot inside you. Aren’t they all? His fingernails leave impermanent, crescent indents in your thighs. You try not to care that the moon looming overhead is unapologetically full — and present every night.

There’s a newfound desperation in the way Hoseok clings to you. He digs the heels of his boots into the Stringray’s hood, hands pulling you down onto his cock while he fucks upwards into you. It drives him insane when you swirl your hips with him buried inside you, so you do, smirking like the devil.

You burrow into his neck to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses on any hint of skin you find. As you do, your fingers return to his hair and tie themselves off. If you chain yourself to him this way, maybe you can stay this way.

A quick nip at his neck unearths a groan that makes your cunt flutter around him. Tragically, no sign of you or your teeth is left behind on the side of his throat. Still, you kiss it better, whispering, “Could fuck you like this forever, baby.”

“Oh, my love,” his breath is hot against your ear when he chuckles darkly, “You hear the way your pussy is gushing all over my cock? You won’t last forever.”

His thrusts deepen. Hoseok is dead-set on unraveling you, thread by thread.

“In fact —”

Your teeth pinch his lobe. Hoseok snaps his hips forcefully in response, and your gasp echoes over the rusted squeak of a worn-out suspension. It briefly overpowers the muted slap of his pelvis colliding with the underside of your thighs. It doesn’t compare with his breathless laugh, though, not by a long-shot.

“Little vampire,” he chides you with a grin that takes effort. You mewl when his fingertips press bruises into the flesh of your ass. “Don’t think you’ll last another minute.”

Hoseok is a lot of things; and while frustrating is one of them, wrong rarely is.

It’s white hot, the uncontrolled pleasure burning through your core, and your vision matches when your wildfire orgasm ignites. Fingers searching for purchase grip tight to his jacket. Your heavy head dips forward as you cry out. Like always, you fall apart at the seams over him.

Slumped against him, he envelopes you in his arms as he fucks straight through your high and into his. Spent in every way that matters, you can’t fight off the sob that starts in the pits of your chest and crawls out of your mouth. The shiver down your spine can’t be blamed on the wind.

“Hey,” Hoseok murmurs, petal soft, “Baby, no, don’t cry.”

He takes your face in your hands and leaves you no choice but to look at him. With concern wearing creases into his forehead, he smatters kisses on every part of your crestfallen face. He whispers promises between each as he goes.

It’s okay — We’ll figure this out — I love you — We’ll be alright, you and me — I love you.

And even if it’s not all true, it’s enough.

Enough to keep you going.

Enough to glue your broken pieces back together.

Enough to keep you both from noticing the faint hum of an engine in the driveway.

[watchmegetobsessed]

YOUR BABY

A/N: it's just a little something, nothing hardcore like last time lol! it's def on the fluffy side.

PAIRING: husband!Harry X Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

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“Harry? You alright in there?” you call out after him teasingly, even though he hasn’t been in the bathroom for that long.

“Perfectly fine!” you hear his voice from inside, shuffling around in the room as you sit on the couch, waiting for him patiently.

You haven’t done any dramatic outfit reveals lately, since his fits for the shows were almost the same just in different colors, but H said tonight he is finally switching it up. So here you are, waiting for your husband to give you a runway walk in his Nashville night one outfit. You’ve been thinking about what it could be, theories varying from see-through lacy shirts to crop tops. Oh yeah, you would love to see him in a crop top, dressed like men in the nineties, that would be so hot, though not quite his style.

“You ready?” he asks from the other side of the door.

“Never been more ready!” you giggle, your legs bouncing excitedly when you see the doorknob turn.

“Here I come!” he announces and then walks out with his little funny walk, hands bent in the wrist like little girls do, a silly smile on his face as he approaches you.

And he looks fantastic. The powder colored sparkly suit is amazing, fits him so well, especially on his thighs. Goddamnit, you already want to get him out of it! You jump up from your seat, walking closer to him when he opens the jacket, revealing his shirtless torso, only his suspenders running across his chest in such a delicious way.

“Shut up!” you gasp, staring at him as if he was art, but in a way, he really is art to you. Reaching out your palms cup his stomach just above the waistline of his pants, the warmth of his body mixed with the hardness of his muscles is the sweetest feeling under your touch. “Harry Styles, you are such a tease!” you giggle, eyes meeting his proud look. You both know the fans have been going crazy for another revealing outfit since the show in Vegas. This will absolutely love this one.

“You like it?” he grins at you, hands finding your waist as he pulls you closer, kissing your cheek.

“Well of course! You look fabulous!” you giggle, stealing a kiss from his lips quickly. Your hands slide to his naked back under the jacket and you can’t hold a satisfied hum back how perfect this fit is. The shirts tucked into his pants didn’t let you do this, but now you can feel his skin with no problem, whenever you want to. “This outfit might be my second favorite after the Vegas one,” you grin up at him, running your fingers up and down his back, your nails gently scratching him just the way he likes it when you’re in bed. He is incredibly cuddly, almost like a baby and loves to get you to scratch his back and head, whining whenever you stop.

“Mmm, you need to stop or the concert will start late,” he hums and you feel his muscles relax under your touch, his lips pressing to your forehead.

You stay like that, tangled together, just showering in the joy of the moment. You’ve been married for almost a year, but it still feels like you’re spending your honeymoon. It doesn’t matter where you are, Harry always makes you the happiest and you truly hope this feeling will never go away.

It’s a little hard to let go of him, but you wouldn’t keep him up from his concert. You watch him climb into his little box, steal another kiss before the lid is on and then take you usual spot backstage to watch the show. As usual, he is giving one thousand percent. The stage is on fire, the fans are going wild and you just love seeing him this happy, doing what he loves the most.

Sometime during the show a fan asks Harry to do her gender reveal. You instantly feel the excitement grow inside you as he takes the envelope and teases the crowd, reading what’s written in it. You don’t even realize but you’re holding your breath, eyes glued to your husband on the stage, talking about someone else’s baby and it got you wondering…

The past few months you’ve been continuously thinking about finally trying for a baby. Now feels like a good time, everything is going well in your life, you’re finally married with Harry, something you really wanted to happen before getting pregnant and tour would be over by the time you’d reach the second trimester. That is if you succeed instantly, but you know it might take a few months.

“A little baby girl!” Harry announces on the stage, the crowd erupting in screams as he falls to his knees celebrating the joy of a soon to be mother.

You want him to talk about your baby. To reveal your baby’s gender, to be this excited about your baby. You want to have a baby with him. Period.

As the show carries on you think about bringing it up to him, no use in delaying it. You can talk about anything with him, don’t have to stress about what he might say.

When Harry leaves the stage ending the concert, you’re waiting for him near the curtains, his eyes finding you right away, running up to you like an energetic little boy.

“You were so good!” you laugh when he picks you up, twirling you around, his lips peppering kisses into the crook of your neck.

“Let’s go,” he breathes out, pulling you after him into the dressing room.

He doesn’t mess around too long, you’re out the door in about thirty minutes, heading back to the hotel. Harry’s hand never leaves you, he is either holding your hand or squeezing your thigh, waist, he is obviously in a good mindset, maybe even feeling sentimental a little. It’s the perfect opportunity to bring up the baby talk.

When you’re finally back in your room, hidden away from everyone and everything, you’re just about to bring it up, but he beats you.

“Did you see the gender reveal?” he asks with bright eyes as he moves around the room, plugging his charger into his phone, setting it down to his night stand.

“Yeah. A little girl!” you chuckle. This could be a great moment to tell him what you’ve been thinking about, but you notice that he has something else to say, so you wait for him patiently.

He grabs your hand and pulls you until you both are sitting on the edge of the bed. Licking his lips he takes a deep breath before looking into your eyes and you’re holding your breath again, just like earlier.

“Y/N, I’ve been thinking a lot lately. And just know that if you want to wait longer it’s totally fine, I just wanted to put it out there. This gender reveal just made me so emotional and… and I think this might be a good time to start it… but if—“

“Harry, I want to try for a baby,” you blurt out, cutting his rambling off. His mouth hangs open as he stares back at you, slowly, you see his eyes watering and before you could get out another word, he throws himself at you, hugging you so tight he almost crushes you.

You both start laughing, tears are flowing and you end up lying on the bed, tangled together, just enjoying this moment when you decided to start a family. Though you already think of him as your family.

“So we’re gonna have a baby?” he whispers after long minutes of just lying in each other’s arms, staring at one another with stupidly wide grins on your face.

“Well, we gotta make one first,” you giggle and Harry kisses your face all over in excitement.

“Oh, I’m good at that. Practiced a lot,” he cockily answers, making you laugh.

“Did you?”

“Mhm, want me to show it to you?” his smirk grows as he rolls on top of you, his hips settling between your legs.

“Wouldn’t pass on the chance,” you breathe out, pulling him down to kiss you finally.

Thank you for reading! Please like/reblog if you enjoyed!

[literaphobe]

what is ur mcc games tierlist (based on how much u personally like each game)

S:

sands of time (i love how its like an adventure and combines so many skills, the walking around picking coins up thing appeals SO hard to me)

tgttosawaf (6 rounds! so many possible maps that could get played! unless i hate that particular map but its still always fun)

sky battle (i get so sad when death happens but there’s 3 rounds, seeing a cool play pay off is always so pog, love the concept of gathering Stuff to kill each other out of the sky is fun, so many different possible strats)

A:

parkour tag (S if dream is hunting, its just generally very good n fun, but the fact that its the same map all 9 rounds n p much the same thing happens takes it a tiny bit down for me, barely tho, i still LOVE it so much)

battle box (I LOVE MURDER but A for the same reasons as pkt, i can’t put too many in S tier)

ace race (SO fun and satisfying to see the speed and jump pads, the trident stuff is fun when executed well, it’s like mario kart w no car or sabotage, but can be a little lonely, lacks team comms)

B:

grid runners (very fun team based game! still new tho, and some of the stages can be less fun to watch than others)

hole in the wall (i love the silly jumps n unpredictable walls! the four directions r fun and make it harder in a cool way, but its so glitchy and it’s very just. what u expect to happen happens. players jump through holes, sometimes they fail)

survival games (i just think it could benefit from a revamp or slight changes, i genuinely think that there should be better ways for players to defend that aren’t CRAZY op, i think shields would make it more interesting, i think the borders should close faster so teams dont get TOO much loot, and there’s a bigger chance of this battle royale that takes place which would be so chaotic and funny and help the game end faster which is what mcc wants to avoid by not having shields, i genuinely think it wouldn’t change much once u have limited space + damage pots that could still def help someone gain an upper hand over someone w a shield, etc, i think the scoring should change, to reward early kills better, SO much could change)

Build Mart:

build mart .

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

Uppast's Cats Tour Comments: Act 1

note: i'm referring to the cats by their show names, however I may use the actor's name for a specific comment!

Overture

They did this SO well! I definitely missed seeing the cast in the aisles, but they projected the green eyes onto the stage, and it was the perfect amount of creepy/weird/hypnotizing.

I absolutely love the lights slowly being raised while shining all the spotlights, it sets the vibe PERFECTLY

also saying this now: the orchestra was incredible!

Prologue: Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats

right off the bat, we’ve a super sweet Demestrap moment, with Munkustrap checking on Demeter after the car! It was adorable!

Devon's voice is SO good for Munkustrap, also the man is TALL OH MY GOD

Tugger didn't get his "can you say of your bite that it's worse than your bark" line, which I was a little disappointed about. However, Zach as Bill Bailey is absolutely 10/10.

Brianna… the babiest Sillabub… so precious... so small...

There were some Victor and Gus moments, with them either standing near each other or sharing looks/touches, so if anyone ships them, y'all got your rarepair moment!

THE BOOT WAS SO LOUD LMAO

They use the set so well!

The Naming of Cats

creepy, wonderful, everything I want from this number

A handful of the cats got right to the edge of the stage where the lighting was, so they were all glowing, and it was the BEST vibe.

Taylor was staring into my soul during the last verse so now I can say I've been vibe-checked by Coricopat.

Invitation to the Jellicle Ball

Hyla is the PERFECT Victoria!!!!! She's so incredibly graceful, she had the sweetest expression on her face, and ugh it was flawless.

Paul is also just an amazing Mistoffelees.

Munkustrap had literally the sweetest moment with Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer and I almost started crying. Right before Jennyanydots' song, when everyone's getting into place, Mungo and Rumple immediately went to Munkustrap and were cuddling his legs, and he gave them pets, and just oh my god T_T

Gumbie Cat

OKAY SO I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THE KITTEN SQUAD SO MUCH MY HEART

When everyone's setting up for Jennyanydots' song, after the nuzzles, the lights start to switch, and the kitten squad was trying to catch the lights on the ground while Munkustrap was looking at them with the fondest expression and i swear i cried a little bit over how cute they were.

SKIMBLE LOVES HIS WIFE SO MUCH AND WAS HELPING HER GET THE KITTENS INTO THEIR MICE COSTUMES

Plato, Alonzo, and Mungojerrie were great cockroaches, 10/10

The Gumbie Trio was so good! Their voices sounded amazing together, and they were all just having so much fun!

SO MUCH MAMA JELLY AND SON TUMBLE I FEEL SO HAPPY

I'm going to go more in-depth in my Kitten Squad post!

Rum Tum Tugger

The way Zach said "Who will it be?" was absolutely amazing, i loved it, 10/10 character introduction.

Jennyanydots stomped off when he interrupted her accolades, she was very upset.

Zach and Devon nailed Tugger and Munkustrap's sibling dynamic PERFECTLY, Devon was the best Tired Older Brother Munkus.

Yeah, this number pretty much confirmed Zach as my favorite Tugger.

Mistoffelees and Cassandra did some lounging together in the background on the car.

Chelsea's Bomba is absolutely *chef's kiss*, I adore her

Obviously Tugger and Mistoffelees did their little dance, and it was wonderful. I'm not sure if other shows had Mistoffelees do this, but he went between Tugger's legs at the end of his little solo and Tugger was just vibing.

MY FAVORITE MOMENT THOUGH had to be near the end of the song, Munkustrap was 100% getting into it, and Tugger went over to him and was teasing him, poking him, and it was the cutest brother interaction.

They did have the camera! Zach did some very Tugger poses, and it was great.

Grizabella the Glamour Cat

haha Tugger went to hide behind the metal bars on the furthest side of the stage away from Grizabella, I'm in ✨pain✨

Sillabub goes to touch Grizabella, Grandpa Skimble pulls her back and starts scolding her, I want to hug the baby.

No, but I did really love that moment. It's off to the side, but you can see him giving her a talking to, and she's trying to say something back, but he's very firm.

Mungojerrie egged George on to scratch Grizabella, George sweetie don't be mean.

Taylor has such a perfect voice for Grizabella, and I loved her look!

OKAY SO LAUREN AND CHELSEA'S VOICES

Lauren's voice is so smooth and suave, and Chelsea's voice has a little growl that almost made me pass out, like ma'am i'm in love? But their voices mixed together, as well as how slightly different they are was such a great choice, and I kind of hope that other future productions take note and have two actresses with vastly different vocals for Demeter and Bombalurina.

Bustopher Jones

Mistoffelees and Victoria go to great Bustopher together and it was the cutest thing, they were so excited to see him!

Munkustrap immediately grabbing Mungo and Rumple by the necks and steering the gremlins away from the Very Important Cat.

Tugger was keeping watch so Munkustrap could be silly with everyone else during Bustopher's number, and that's not something I'm forgetting. Usually, obviously, Munkustrap's sort of in the background, standing, watching, and not really interacting. But Tugger switched places, and was up on the scaffolding watching, and it was CUTE!

My Tuggandra crumbs, thank you Zach and Lexy, I'm indebted to you both.

Tugger literally was just lounging on the car during the end of Bustopher's song, just waving his arms around, and I love him.

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer

Elana (Teazer for this show) had the PERFECT Rumple giggle!

They're so silly, I love them

They made the best facial expressions, especially when Mungo "stole" Rumple's pearls.

Very dramatic gremlin twins, jumping all over the place, not caring about anything!

They were so confident at the end of their song when they went to walk off, and immediately went into "oh shit" mode when Munkus, Plato, and Alonzo came out.

Run through the legs of Munkus! See Munkus, this is why you need to not stand with your legs apart when you're attempting to control kittens.

Old Deuteronomy

Saying it again, Devon and Zach are SUCH a good Munkustrap and Tugger.

The babies were so excited to see Old Deut! They could barely contain themselves, and then got cuddles! (Also Tanto was with the kittens and i love that for her, let her be a kitten!! I definitely got "big brother Cori/little sister Tanto" vibes)

Everyone's getting Deut nuzzles!!

Tugger did a VERY dramatic shimmy at his dad, and Deut laughed, and I cried.

Tugger and Munkustrap standing on either side of their dad!!!! He's so proud of them!!

Jellicle Ball

Sillabub was hiding on top of the oven before the Ball, sweet baby T_T

George got to sing with Old Deut!! Happy boy!!

TUMBLE FLIPS TUMBLE FLIPS TUMBLE FLIPS

Jennyanydots and Skimbleshanks being the Supervisors!!

There was a really sweet Jellylorum and Alonzo moment (def going to talk more about it in the Alonzo post), but my "Jellylorum is Alonzo, Tumble, and Pounce's Mom" hc is feeling SO VALIDATED TONIGHT

I've said this so many times, but I adore that Plato and Victoria get their own little solo before their Big Solo. It's so sweet, and Hyla and Adam have wonderful chemistry!

Tugger chases Bomba offstage before The Moment, and I love that for them

CUDDLE PILE!!!

Munkustrap and Demeter cuddled together in the corner away from the pile and I want to sob because they were just so sweet, her head was on his shoulder, and he was holding her, and literally everyone in this show has such good chemistry with each other.

Tugger looks up with the psychic twins during Grizabella's reveal, once again making me think that Tugger and Munkustrap have magic like their brother.

OH AND TUGGER DID THE STUPIDEST LITTLE DANCE WHERE HE WAS SHAKING HIS BUTT AND HAVING FUN AND MUNGOJERRIE LAUGHED AT HIM AND THEY HAD A MOMENT AND IT WAS GREAT

Memory

ouch ouch ouch

Jennyanydots blocks the stairs up to Deut's tire so Grizabella can't go to Deut, my heart

steering the babies away from Grizabella even though Silla wants to give her a hug.

Taylor you hurt me in the best way possible

I always get emotional over Grizabella's dance before her song, it's such a telling moment, but unfortunately I don't think everyone understands that it's supposed to be a serious moment and not funny.

Deut sits on his tire the entire song and it's HEARTBREAKING

At the very end, Grizabella does the reaching back, and Deut reaches forward, and if you're sitting in the right spot it looks like they're touching and i'm NOT OKAY

[ray-ray-writings]

Hello!

(In this Drabble it’s if the reader had given birth the Phillpa)

Drabble idea: How protective and caring Techno and Philza were during the reader’s pregnancy with Phillpa(I do hope I spelled that right).

It wouldn’t be the overly over protective type, just rightfully protective type! Its more of carrying the reader down stairs when they are 2+ months along, making sure they don’t walk too much, forcing them to rest much more than usual.

Fretting over and caring for the reader constantly would happen often when it was about 6+ months along.

Just those two being very caring, protective and concerned over the reader while they were pregnant.

I hope you had a wonderful day and great night! Thank you for all your wonderful writing, and I’m wishing you an amazing upcoming week!! 💞💞 /g

Oh boy if you were to be pregnant and give birth to Philippa yourself, they would be so protective of you oh gosh. 

Like I imagine that you and Techno weren’t actively trying to conceive a baby, it was more like “if it happens, it happens and if it doesn’t, it doesn’t” type beat. But then it actually happens. I feel like you would miss a period and you would just know because you’ve never missed a period before. You take a trip to Ponk’s because he’s the SMP’s doctor and he confirms your suspicions and you race home to tell Techno the news. I totally feel that Techno doesn’t believe you at first, but then when you don’t say sike, he’s in shock and then he’s over the moon. He literally lifts you up and spins you around before bringing you back down and kissing you over and over again. He’s just so happy that the two of you are going to expand your family. The next night you two invite Philza over for dinner. You two had it all planned, you were going to wait for dessert and Techno would offer him some wine and then you would have just water and when Philza asked about it, because we all know he would def notice a shift in that type of behavior, you would tell him. But of course, nothing really ever goes to plan with your plans. Philza would walk in, greet you guys with hugs and smiles, and the three of you would sit at the table. Then Philza would casually go “What’s the occasion” and Techno wouldn’t be able to hold it in. He spill the beans so fast causing you to just laugh and roll your eyes but nod in confirmation at what Techno had said. Philza would jump up from the table, run to you and wrap you in the biggest and warmest hug. He would then move to Techno and hug him too. Philza would sit back at the table and tears would just be streaming down his face, “My babies are having a baby” he would cry out, just melting the two of you. 

For the rest of the time your preggers, the two are so protective of you. They will literally do anything and everything for you. They’re a bit calmer in the beginning months, but still protective. You never leave the house at night unattended by one of them. All mobs that cross your path are destroyed before they can even agro to you. You don’t have to worry about food or materials because your chests are always being filled by them and they keep on top of that stuff so well. They make sure that you don’t work yourself too hard. If they feel you have been on your feet too long, they will make you sit down and chill out for a while before they let you get back up and get back to what you were doing. 

As you get further along, your tummy obviously grows and they can see your baby bump. The day that they notice, they both cry for a little bit before calming themselves down and begin giving you lots of affection. That day is also the day they begin talking to your baby bump. Techno talks about how amazing the baby is and how proud he is of you for carrying this child and how he can’t believe he’s going to be a dad. Philza talks about how he cannot wait to meet his grandbaby and how happy he is for the two of you and he can’t believe that you two are going to be parents. 

As your belly grows, so does their protectiveness. You know how they would make you sit down for a while? Yeah you’re lucky if they even let you stand up. Every morning, Techno will carry you into the bathroom, help you do your business and then will carry you into the kitchen and make you breakfast and then will carry you into the living room where you sit and hang out with Techno for many hours. You sometimes can sneak away and do things by yourself but when you come back, Techno just looks at you with a cute pout and you somehow feel really bad for leaving him. It’s around this time that you stop going out at night all together, you three have a conversation about it because not only are they worried, but so are you and so you decide it’s best for you and the baby. And then at one point, you stop leaving the house all together. In the early stages, you would make trips to L’Manberg to see Phil and Tommy and them, but as you got ready to pop, the journey was just too long and too rough to make, even if you were a lot closer to the country than you were months ago. Philza will bring things over to keep you entertained because god knows you would have gone absolutely crazy had it not been for the new things Phil brought. 

Sometimes you let out sharp gasps because of a pain that shoots through you due to a kick or something. Philza or Techno are always immediately at your side when these happen, rubbing your tummy soothingly asking you if you're okay. When you catch your breath, you nod and tell them what happened. They would then bend to your stomach and jokingly tell the baby off for hurting you. They also are willing to get you whatever your craving, no matter how weird or how far they have to travel. Techno has literally gone to L’Manberg to Niki’s house in the middle of the night to ask if she had any chocolate cake because you had woken up in the middle of the night with a bad craving for her cake. Niki simply giggles and gives the pigman what he asks for. (I’m going to say for my own selfish purposes that after the third time this happens, Niki just gives Techno a key to the bakery so he can go in whenever he wants and when you hear this, you cry over it because you’re so hormonal and emotional but it’s also just really nice of her). Philza has also received messages asking him to bring over something when he comes over next because you can feel a craving coming on but you don’t need it right away. That being said, Philza always makes the trip the day that you ask because he cares so much about you that he’s willing to do anything for you. 

Just with every step of your pregnancy, they’re there helping you through it. It would be so cute and so nice and wonderful to have these two just fretting it over you and your baby. 

(And thank you! I hope you have a great day as well! Thank you so much for your really sweet words <3)

[xcziel]

get to know me

tagged by @vishcount (thank you!!) and i'll follow her format bc making two posts seems a little much - i'm not that interesting!!

(hilariously, this post shows up as blocked for me bc of the tag 'joker' which? tumblr?????)

Part I

name: i'm an internet old, so i never use my real name online, mainly because it's spelled in a very unique way (thanks mom & dad) - i mean like, if you googled it you could find my home address in a few seconds kind of unique - but also, though i do enjoy the spelling, i actually don't like it very much when it's said out loud? (is it weird that my name written down is 'me', but my name aloud has never felt like 'me'?) always wanted a nickname but never acquired one :/

at any rate, i've had the username xcziel forever and i go by that 😊 (pronounced ex-SEE-zee-el, similar to etc. or ex-SET-er-ah! thanks @xia-xueyi for pointing out that it can be confusing to guess!)

rest behind a cut because it got long!

pronouns: she/her

star sign: i don't ... really *do* astrology? but technically saggitarius

height: 5'4" (162.5cm for the intl folks)

time: 5:43pm but these thing take me forever to type out so ... ???

birthday: playing the 'internet old' card again .. but it floats around american Thanksgiving depending on the year

nationality: american

fave bands/groups/solo artists: lumping these together because i just .. don't really do music much anymore. if you had asked me this back in my 20s i'm sure i would have had all kinds of opinions and things to share, but these days i actually mostly prefer to listen music from when i was a kid. part of it is also that as an old, i prefer to buy my music, even digitally, and i don't really use spotify - which does so much to enable diverse music exploration i admit! but i mostly have earplugs in all the time and music does not work for me as background noise, so...

so i guess my answer would be 70s disco and classic rock and 80s new wave artists? i've never liked any artist's entire discography and prefer greatest hits-type compilations, but i guess duran duran and def leppard and depeche mode would be considered formative? i love new order but specifically late 80s new order, NOT joy division. the only concert t-shirt i've ever worn was the cult? i loved sonic temple but i can't listen to most of it anymore though i still adore love removal machine. i think maybe if you get old enough, for some of us there's TOO MUCH good music and we can't pare it down anymore

song stuck in your head: jamiroquai's canned heat

last movie you watched: re: the above, i re-watched center stage, the 2000 one with zoe saldana and the mandy moore soundtrack, bc it's a happy comfort movie and i just got a digital version

last show you binged: i can't really "binge" very often bc after a couple of hours i need a break, so i guess i'd say the tgcf donghua on netflix since it was short enough to get through all in one go

when you created your blog: in 2012 i stopped lurking so i could post about the avengers movie

the last thing you googled: 5'4" in cm? lol before that it was chinese wrapped street food

other blogs: everything is here! i discovered i compartmentalize about as well as i tag reliably (😓) but i do have several automated ao3feed-tag style sideblogs. and i did, very briefly, have a *winces* hockey sideblog too

why i chose my url: ooh i know i've done this before, sorry if it's repetitive, basically it was the username i picked back when my family first got aol: short, unique combo of letters - 14-year-old me really thought about it! and then it wouldn't let me use anything other than my name. thirty-some-odd years later, trying to come up with a livejournal username that wasn't already taken and getting fed up, i plugged it in and went: good enough!

how many people are you following: like 760-something last i checked? although many, many, many of them are deactivated

how many followers do you have: idk i don't like looking at that stuff, but way fewer than i am following

average hours of sleep: it varies too much day by day, my sleep schedule is too wonky, i have no idea what the average would be

lucky numbers: 7? cliché i know, and again not really buying into it, but somewhere in my hindbrain i like it that my first, middle, and last names all have seven letters

instruments: none. i like singing

what i'm currently wearing: giant black t-shirt and baggy black drawstring shorts, standard sitting around the house gear

dream job: don't have one. if i did it would give me something to be working towards *sigh* this is how you end up in retail for decades, kids! but also, to quote a random post i saw in true tumblr fashion "i simply do not dream of labor"

dream trip: covered this one before but: back to the uk and some railway daytrips, or a really fancy northern cruise, atlantic/pacific either one

fave food: uhhh, don't really have a favorite but i'm almost always in the mood for pizza

top three fictional universe you'd like to live in: none really, if i had to still be me..maybe some kind of actually utopian future? but the pandemic has confirmed for me that i do NOT like living in interesting times, so most fictional story universes are RIGHT out. my favorites to read about like discworld or diana wynne jones' worlds would be way to chaotic for my comfort. possibly diane duane's young wizards universe would be safe enough to be okay?

Part II

last song: watching center stage made me think of my dance playlist so sunrise by simply red

last movielast stream: i don't watch streams or youtube often, so it was the same as you, vish! liu chang's birthday stream was SO enjoyable i screenrecorded the entire thing just so i could play it back (and maybe gif sometime if i ever get the drive to actually do it)

currently reading: well i just finished the translated quan qiu gao kao or global university entrance exam novel, which was sparked purely from catching a single rec post here on tumblr and basically just *falling* into this 166 chapter epic that is *amazing* and not coming up for air until i got to the end, which is typical novel-reading behavior for me (yes i was the kid who read through lunch period and got hassled by people who kept pestering me with "what're you reading" questions and yes i realize probably a lot of you on tumblr were too) plus, the new murderbot novel is out tomorrow!!!!! so that'll be where i end up next!

currently watching: the entire dmbj verse (that i can get my hands on) but ... sporadically and stopping at random different parts because the thing is ... this type of show is not really the kind i enjoy so much? so since it's more for "research" and learning character arcs (and let's be honest: shots of liu sang), etc. it's easy to get distracted by other stuff. i'm also watching the sleuth of the ming dynasty, mr queen, bromance, the expanse, re-watching farscape and stargate sg-1, just finished the falcon and the winter soldier, and then anytime something new and short gets introduced it jumps the queue. there are just. so. many. things. to. watch! (now i have to look into anti-fraud league too!? you all are cruel ...)

what is antipoetry to you: i ... don't really think much about poetry? i know what i prefer is usually the more basic rhymed kind like lewis carroll, emily dickinson, poe, coleridge, etc. so i suppose i don't have much use for classifying non-rhyming verse? i can appreciate stuff like rupi kaur which i guess would qualify? or that william carlos williams plums poem? but it doesn't really stick with me the way lyric-like verse does

currently craving: i never know what exactly this is meant to be in reference to ... hmmm, i would love a new high-concept, high production-quality movie like say, pacific rim, to be released, just for that massive, excited energy that comes with something new that hasn't already got tons of disappointing or conflicting history behind it - that would be so fun!!

other than that, right now, i mostly kinda want some fried fish? but that will have to wait until i go to get my second vaccine shot on wednesday since it's on the way there. i'd also like my internal body parts to settle down and fly right but it's been more than a month and they don't seem inclined :(((( maybe once i'm fully vaxxed i'll think about consulting somebody about it

tagging @foxofninetales @xia-xueyi @momosandlemonsoda @memorydragon @thewindsofsong @elvencantation @mylastbraincql @hesayshesgotboyfriend @aurawolfgirl2000 @smaragdine-galaxy and anyone who wants to! but never feel obligated and if you don't get around to it for like half a year that's totally fine, i am still interested!!!

[mego42]

Hi!! Was just wondering if you have any Brio fic updates you’ll be posting soon? Obsessed with your writing!

ahhhhh thank you!!! you are too kind!!!

I guess it depends on your definition of soon? I have a lot of stuff I’m working on and am pretty far along into, it’s just been going a bit slowly for life reasons (we’ve been temporarily short-staffed at my job which has unfortunately coincided with bringing on some big new clients so I’m working crazy hours and then also took on a p big freelance project at the same time bc I make questionable choices but also bc it’s a v awesome project and I’m hoping to be able to brag about it soon)

THAT SAID I’ve got a lot of stuff p far along including:

ch 2 of swear! fully drafted, def in need of another major editing pass though. there’s a tension/tone through-line that’s not quiiiiiiite right and I’ve been trying to sort it out by writing Rio POV outtakes bc why not

ch 3 of swear! I’m trying really hard not to post for this fic until I have a chapter banked both for accountability reasons and also bc I’ve got a lot of threads woven into the fic that I’m trying to keep track of and it’s helpful to be able to bounce back a chapter and tweak things to properly set up stuff in the next chapter. I’m about a quarter/third or so into it but I’ve lowkey dropped it for now to focus ooooooooon...

the last chapter of song!! at last! it’s happening! highkey inspired to jump back in by a truly lovely comment @whiskeyjack left me and @xenalovesoq and her group chat’s unflagging enthusiasm, I am about 15K into the draft and *laugh nervously* a third of the way through my outline so that’s gonna be a monster

I’ve also got a bunch of other projects in various stages of outlining and drafting that are v much on my mind but def not a current priority like the others (Beth POV for listening, buffyverse if I can detangle the plot, the pacific rim AU I add a sentence or two to whenever I’m stuck on something else, the sex pollen I wrote half of and then paused to write swear).

so yeah, lots of stuff happening but nothing close enough that I’m comfortable predicting a timeline I’d inevitably fail at anyway. I’m not sure what’s going to get posted first tbh, I’d say probably song because that’s what I’m focused on rn but editing is going to be a bit of a thing given how long it’s shaping up to be (jfc oh god what am I doing) so idk!!

I wish I had a better answer but here! have a (rough, unedited) snippet from song for your troubles!

"What are you doing here," she hisses.

Her eyes dart from Rio's face to over his shoulder, sweeping the midway to see if anyone's watching them, and then back. The corner of his mouth tugs up like he knows what she's doing and it's funny. She locks onto the motion, the shrieking sounds of the carnival around them falling away. Midday sunshine giving way to deep, dark midnight blue in her mind’s eye.

Between her kids and then Rio having Marcus for a few days, Beth hadn't seen him since that night at the bar a full week ago. After she'd explained her plan to his satisfaction, she'd realized it was getting late, and she had to get home. He’d walked her out to the van and the unexpected gallantry of the gesture caught her off guard, and something bloomed, warm and sparkling in her chest. Then, alone in the parking lot, he'd pinned her up against the side of it, burying his face in her neck and pressing his hips into hers. Her moan when she felt him hard against her mingled with his answering one when she rolled her own hips right back, echoed together through the still, silent night. 

Beth thought about yanking open the door of the van and tugging him inside. She knew he wouldn't object from the nearly frantic urgency of his hands gripping her waist, shoving up under her shirt, hot and rough against her skin. He'd cupped her breasts, his thumbs swiping across her nipples and pressing down. She'd gasped and arched against him, her nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt when he'd bit down on her neck in response. 

A part of her wanted that—him—quick and furtive in the back of the van, too desperate for each other to wait. But another part thought of the reality of Emma's Barbie's digging into her back, the graham cracker crumbs she’s pretty sure the seats spontaneously generate at this point embedding themselves in her skin, the smell of apple juice and kid sweat that never entirely dissipates hanging around them and that isn't—she doesn't—

This thing between them feels different now. New and precious and somehow heavier and more fragile than it ever has before. It's a beginning, and Beth wants more for it—them—than a rushed hookup in a parking lot before they go their separate ways. 

So she’d gently pushed him away and he'd let go of her immediately, even if he'd taken a beat to inhale deep against her skin before stepping all the way back. 

When he'd met her eyes, Beth had known she didn't need to explain, and when he reached out a hand, pinky extended, her own had fluttered closed as he'd gently nudged her hair back, tucking it behind her ear.

"Next time."

Impact against her thighs snaps her back to the present, and Beth realizes she's swayed forward into the table between them. She can feel her blush flare, heating her cheeks and chest, but can't bring herself to be too embarrassed when she sees the way Rio's eyes have gone dark and hooded. 

His lips part, and Beth can see the tip of his tongue pressed lightly against his teeth. She imagines leaning in, closing the distance, and sinking her teeth into his full, lush—

“Jesus Christ!” 

[avenging-fandoms]

Shawn Mendes A-Z

- Can I request a nfsw alphabet with my baby Shawn Mendes? - Hi! Could you do a NSFW alphabet with Shawn Mendes?(:

*woo hoo!!! back at it ladies and gents!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

endless cuddles with shawn after sex. he’d clean you up, and maybe run a bath or take a quick shower before snuggling you, his nose pressed against your neck and fingers playing with yours as you cuddle, watching the tv until you both fall asleep. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part of his was his tongue, because he drove you wild no matter where it was. your neck, down your stomach, around your nipples, against your clit, anywhere, you were moaning and pulling his hair and scratching at his skin. 

his favorite part of yours was your lips. he got goosebumps every time your lips brushed against his ear and whispered dirty things in his ear, kissing his neck and leaving hickeys, kissing down his stomach and against his v-line, he was putty in your hands. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

shawn loved to cum in your mouth and hold your jaw and watch you swallow it, smiling and stroking your jaw with his thumb, kissing you. “such a good girl for me, huh?” 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

shawn definitely has a daddy kink. whispering in his ear at dinner with your hand on his thigh, “i really just wanna knock all of this shit on the table and fuck you right here, right now. you look so fucking sexy with your shirt unbuttoned, daddy” and his eyes would go DARK.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

shawn’s definitely experienced. he knows the right spots, knowing what to say to you and how to curl his fingers, and DEFINITELY knows where the clit is.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

shawn likes missionary but when your legs are wrapped around his waist, fingers in his hair and the eye contact strong. he loved making you keep your eyes open as he fucked you so he could see how good he’s pleasuring you, and making sure you weren’t uncomfortable in any way. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

it really depends. every time he smiles no doubt, he’s just so happy to be with you and can’t believe you’re his. if you two are in a space where you know you won’t get caught, like the shower, hotel room, the places where you two could be loud. 

when you two are in his dressing room or the bathroom or a changing room, he would definitely be more smiley and giggle and less dominate and less rough. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

shawn has a little bit of hair, but doesn’t have it everywhere and too long, because knows you don’t like it when you go down on him. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

like i said before, it all depends on where you two are having sex. if it’s the first night at a new hotel, he’s so eager to touch you and hear you moan his name, taking it slow at first and then picking up the pace and getting more rough. 

when you had to go home for a couple months and you and shawn were apart for what felt like years, you went to go visit him. when you walked into the hotel room, he had it decorated in little battery-powered candles, rose petals, with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. he wasn’t rough at all that night, making love to you and fucking you everywhere in the room.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

“baby, is this good enough for dinner?” you hold the back of the dress together, shawn still typing on his phone. “shawn” 

“hmm?” he glanced up then did a double take, putting his phone down and walking over to you. he zips up your dress, fingers running down your sides and kissing your neck. “so sexy, god i can’t believe you’re mine” he mumbled and you smiled, shawn’s fingers running over your thighs. 

“nuh uh, i’m not messing my hair and makeup up” he groaned and you laugh, pushing him off of you. “you’ll have to do something yourself” you whisper, smiling and kissing him, heading into the bathroom. 

shawn ran a hand through his hair, flopping back against the bed. he unlocks his phone, opening his secret album and clicking on a video he filmed before he left for tour. you didn’t hear anything because the door was closed and you were listening to music. shawn pulled his sweatpants down to his thighs and jerked his cock, licking his lips and biting his bottom lip as he listened to you moan in the video. 

you come out of the video and jump at the sight, smirking and crossing your arms across your chest. “you just couldn’t wait, could you?” shawn whimpered and you snicker, bending down into your suitcase and purposely flashing him, as you were wearing nothing under your dress. 

“fuck baby, fuck fuck fuck” he moaned, throwing his head back and cumming on his stomach. he groaned lowly as he slowly pumped himself, and you bent over and licked a stripe up his stomach. “god you fucking amaze me” he breathed, wrapping a hand around your neck and kissing you deeply. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

def daddy. he gives off those vibes. spanking. over stimulating (on himself and yourself)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

the bathtub/shower, a balcony (the thrill of getting caught ‘cause paparazzi) in the dressing room before he goes on stage

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

whispering in his ear, kissing him softly, hand on his thigh and squeezing slightly. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i feel like shawn’s not that big on anal. maybe you guys would try it once but never again.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

both, but if it’s before shows he prefers himself. if it’s in a hotel room, home or in the bathroom, he prefers going down on you. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

all depends. like i said before, if it’s the day he came home from tour or the day you visited him on tour for the time in a while, he’d be slow, sensual. if it was a new night in a new hotel room or after you were teasing him all night, he’d fuck you so hard you both nearly broke the bed.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he likes quickies. it doesn’t matter if it’s in a bed before you two go to dinner or he goes on stage, he still wraps a hand around your throat and makes you moan his name no matter where it was. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he loves going into public with a vibrating cock ring on and you had the remote, and shawn had a remote to a vibrator in your underwear. throughout the day, you both would randomly turn it on, and you loved watching shawn jolt and bite his palm, trying to be as discrete as possible. and he would smirk when he watched your eyes roll, asking you with a shit-eating grin, “you feeling okay?”

when you two got home, you would sit in the car and watch as a wet spot grew on his sweatpants, his hand gripping your arm and moaning your name as you turned up the vibrations, not stopping until he told you to. he made you quiver and shake, moaning his name and leaving crescents in his arms. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

the first time seeing you in months, he’d last 20 minutes the first round, going one more round. a new hotel room, he lasts for a long time with one round.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

YES. handcuffs, vibrators, a vibrating tongue device for when he eats you out/when you give him head.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

so. fucking. much. out at dinner, his fingers rubbing against the inside of your thigh, whispering behind your ear so no one could read his lips on how he wanted to eat you for dessert on the table. if you misbehaved, he’d edge and edge and edge.. and then not touch you for hours. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

shawn’s definitely more of a grunter than a moaner, except for when he cums. he’d grunt swears and whimper and moan your name as you dom for the night. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he was nervous to try the vibrators, he had never really tried any sex toy before. so when you two had had sex a couple times, you introduced the vibrating cock ring to shawn. he was scared to put it on, but once you flicked it on, he was a shaky and trembling mess. fingers gripping a fist into a pillow, throwing it head back as sweat ran down his chest. needless to say, he was addicted to sex toys. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

he’s definitely a grower, thick girth wise, maybe 6 inches?

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

after a show, not very high. before a show, his adrenaline would be flowing. and after not seeing each other for long periods of time, he had a very high sex drive. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if it was after a show, you two would fuck in the shower and since he came down from his adrenaline rush on stage, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. on normal occasions, like the first night in a new hotel room, he would cuddle you afterwards and run his fingers down your side and through your hair, talking and smiling to you about how excited he was to explore the new city with you and how much he loves you. 

[angeltrapz]

SAW ASK!!!!!! 💞 n ee wayz as far as Eric/Adam goes i wld love to hear yr thoughts on how their relationship looks @ th very beginning when Eric still v v fresh in his recovery (obvs we’ve talked a lil abt this both but expandin on stuff), n also u mentioned Eric knowing how to bake (at least some things) n id LOVE to hear more abt that!! also for a general SAW polycule question, just bc it’s a dynamic i don’t think either of us have rlly touched on, thoughts on William + Mallick?

SAW ASK!!! (tysm!! <3)

okay so Eric/Adam:

I rly like th idea u had where they meet at one of Bobby’s groups (also throwing in tht I think abt Group Therapy All The Time) bc like. neither of them want to be there, neither of them rly have much in common w any other survivors, n neither of them can stand Bobby Dagen. so tht’s still like, th foundation fr how these 2 meet to me lol. the idea of them listening 2 him talk while rolling their eyes at each other n fake gagging is So Good.

I feel like Adam is just... rly open? w Eric? bc god does he understand how fucking hard it is 2 be around ppl after smth like that - maybe not to the same extent (though they DO have tht solidarity), but like. there’s only so many times u can hear “I’m so sorry tht happened/I can only imagine what u went thru” b4 yr ready 2 just tell ppl to shut the fuck up. so like, on Eric’s side of things, not getting tht frm Adam? not hearing the whole “I’m rly sorry u almost lost yr son and were locked up fr six months”? tht’s foreign territory ENTIRELY 2 him. sorry is all anyone has to say, even other survivors. Adam not saying sorry n instead being like “well I’m glad yr still around” is kind of what makes tht decision in Eric’s head like, yes, I think I want 2 get to know this dude. He Gets It.

n Adam is just patient too. letting Eric come 2 him, making sure he knows he’s there, tht sorta thing, bc regardless of how much he likes Adam, being around ppl again is not smth he can just jump into. it’s a wound tht is still raw n open n aching n he needs to treat it w care instead of rubbing salt in. n Eric half expects tht to turn Adam away, esp when he sometimes goes a day w no communication, but it doesn’t n he’s just sorta like ??? bc Eric never rly... saw some1 making tht kind of accommodation fr him, never expected some1 to understand it. tht’s another region I feel they’re very similar in - contact, sometimes, can b very very hard, even over text. if they don’t speak all day, tht’s okay - they send each other “i’m okay” texts n th other person responds w “good” n tht’s fine. Adam provides compromises when Eric never even knew tht was a possibility. it’s good.

things progress kinda slowly but not in a bad way. they’re just kind of getting used 2 each other - both of them have been alone fr so long, having some1 in their lives tht they give a shit abt n who gives a shit abt them is smth they’re both navigating. fr Eric, it’s being around some1 consistently after his trap. fr Adam, it’s actually having a friend who doesn’t make him feel like shit + having some1 he can definitively say is there. sometimes its easier 2 sit in comfortable silence than it is to force a convo neither of thm rly have the energy fr. sometimes just being in a room together is enough. tht’s smth they both notice - tht it’s like. they find it easy 2 be around each other. which is SO foreign to both of thm so they’re just kinda feelin it out?

n again like u’ve written b4, I also feel one of th turning points is when Eric calls Adam abt his hair + Adam shaves it fr him in his bathroom. tht’s th point where they’re both like “oh, I rly care abt this person.” bc it’s three in th fucking morning, Adam didn’t even have 2 pick up his phone or even answer when he saw it was Eric. but he did, bc he cares, bc he wants to help, n Adam’s just kinda freaking out internally too bc it’s been a looong time since he’s felt tht way abt some1 - he just wants Eric 2 be okay. n it’s then tht he’s kinda like, coming 2 terms w th fact that he truly cares abt someone who he can say without a doubt cares abt him too and it’s just like. oof. ESP when Eric sleeps over bc again, it’s early as fuck, and isn’t it so much easier 2 just have him stay? isn’t it easier fr Adam to make space fr Eric in his bed n home n heart? n Eric actually doesn’t tell Adam abt this later, but tht night he sleeps over after Adam shaves his hair? it’s th best he’s slept in fucking weeks.

I feel like after tht they’re a LOT more comfortable w each other - not tht they weren’t b4; I mean in th sense tht when they’re not doing too great, they’ll reach out 2 each other rather than bottling it up n dealing w it alone. Adam comes over w CDs he likes bc he can’t talk abt it but he doesn’t want 2 be by himself n they sit in Eric’s living room together in comfortable silence. sometimes Eric sings 2 him. they both find tht it helps. Eric becomes more accustomed 2 accepting help when he knows he needs it + Adam offers - dimming th lights n staying close by to keep him frm getting another migraine, having th TV on but w the sound down low enough tht it doesn’t feel like some1′s hitting him over th head w too-loud dialogue, getting things fr him on th days tht his nerve pain flares up n he’s mostly confined 2 his bed. they’re there fr each other. this is what friendship looks like fr them, two Jigsaw survivors who understand each other better than any1 else ever could.

another huge step fr them is like, th first time Adam offers 2 help w Eric’s rashes. I feel like, even as they grow closer, tht’s still not smth he’s vocal abt/comfortable showing often, something he’s ashamed of bc he feels like it’s gross n he doesn’t want 2 like. make Adam deal w that. but like during one of their sleepovers where Adam cuts his hair fr him n Eric’s got his shirt off he just. grabs the ointment he knows Eric keeps in th cabinet above the sink n while Eric’s still sitting w his back to him, he wordlessly begins tending 2 the rash spread along Eric’s shoulders n his neck n back, n Eric just. freezes. Adam doesn’t say anything, just does it fr him, n Eric kinda. Breaks Down a lil bit. like he just starts silently sobbing bc Adam doesn’t have 2 do this. he doesn’t have to help him w one of th things Eric hates most abt his own body. he could think it’s Gross. but he doesn’t think it’s gross n he doesn’t mind touching it and he’s so gentle when applying the ointment n then when he’s done he just kind of leans against Eric’s back bc He Knows. he reaches around front n grabs one of Eric’s hands n just sits there w him while he cries it out, holding his hand 2 say I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, n that is MAJOR fr Eric. and honestly? tht’s kind of th first time he Rly becomes aware of “oh fuck I love him.” (Adam too, ngl)

basically, the way it starts is a shared experience, smth no one else can rly say they have, an understanding based on tht shared experience. giving each other space until they begin inviting each other in. care, patience, “I’m here.” re-learning th feeling of mutual concern. somewhere along th way, it turns into love, and somehow falling into tht is just as easy.

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Eric + baking:

YES I love this hc!! this is smth he picked up during his time btwn jobs during th earlier stages of recovery (but After meeting Adam/connecting w Art) bc he needed smth to do n was just sorta like, “well I guess this works huh?” n like. it was def a learning curve bc Eric can cook, relatively well/at least okay, but baking is a entirely different matter. at frst he was kinda discouraged when things didn’t turn out th way he hoped they would, but w gentle guidance on Art’s side n enthusiastic encouragement frm Adam, he stuck w it n has gotten pretty good as a result!! his fave things 2 make r peanut butter cookies (he does a little design on th top w a fork n both Adam + Art r like Oh My God That’s Adorable) + th aforementioned carrot cake cupcakes!! frosting is usually homemade n it’s usually cream cheese! he makes his own frosting fr cakes n stuff too (Constantly has 2 tell Adam to “keep yr hands off of th frosting/batter/dough! we’re not gonna have any left!!!” even tho tht Doesn’t stop him).

he makes rly good banana bread too! tht one was a lil harder 2 learn but he’s honestly pretty proud of it now. it’s so funny bc Adam typically doesn’t like stuff like tht but if Eric made it? oh it’s Amazing. (he’s like tht w Art’s cooking too kjdfhjs partially bc he is a Disaster in th kitchen, but also bc That’s His BF/Best Friend!!!)

if some1 is feeling particularly shitty he takes requests (Adam usually wants brownies + Art is partial 2 peanut butter cookies but w chocolate chips too) n it’s just a nice lil thing he can do 2 help, which is smth he Always wants to do. he also stress bakes tho so sometimes his bfs have 2 just kinda like check in n make sure he’s doing okay. but! yeah baking is smth he enjoys + is relatively good at!!

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William/Mallick dynamic:

yr right I haven’t thought abt this dynamic much but I Am Now!!!

I feel like at his core, William is def a caretaker. Mallick, 2 me, is someone who is just wholly unfamiliar w being cared for. so like, at the Very Least, they’re both dating Adam + Lawrence, right? they spend a lot of time around each other. plenty enough time fr William 2 pick up on this. it just kinda. makes his heart hurt, bc he sees the unease in Mallick’s eyes every time one of thm performs even th smallest acts of kindness fr him - not bc he doesn’t appreciate it/doesn’t want it, but because it’s more that he feels like he doesn’t deserve it. n William Sees That and is just like. I Need U To Know You’re Loved.

they’re comfortable w each other, of course they are! they’re friends, good friends, who happen 2 be dating th same people! who go to bed together at night n wake up w each other in th morning. it’s love, they know tht, but Mallick still always looks so surprised when William makes waffles fr him fr breakfast. William cares.

n Mallick can kinda feel it, and he’s not resistant 2 it, but he’s definitely on edge abt it a little. but William also just has this air abt him that Mallick finds it hard to stay keyed up in, so it doesn’t rly take long fr Mallick to at least be at peace w William’s attention. but the moment he starts to really fathom it is during one of those days he can’t get himself 2 relax n is just shaking out on the couch, knees drawn up to his chest n his arm wrapped around thm, just kinda staring down at th carpet n just Not having the energy to get himself out of his own head. Lawrence + Adam r at work n Eric is taking a quick nap so it’s just Mallick n William.

so Mallick is sitting there spiraling n his breaths r coming out a little fast n William just sits down beside him, a mug of warm tea tht he sets down on th coffee table fr a moment, n he just rests a hand on Mallick’s shoulder. doesn’t say anything, just sort of like. offers tht bridge, opens tht avenue. n Mallick is like This Close to just breaking entirely, but what rly does it is when William just swipes his thumb over his shoulder n squeezes. n Mallick rly DOES break down, almost ugly-sobbing and wheezing, n somehow he ends up w his face in William’s neck, pretty much curled into his side, n tht’s when it truly hits him how much William cares abt him too. tht there are Several People who hold tht kind of room fr him in their hearts n lives. William didn’t even have 2 say anything fr Mallick to understand that, to know it as truth. n tht’s like, one of th events tht actually leads Mallick to building up tht self-esteem, knowing that.

n after tht happens, Mallick is a little less reluctant abt accepting William’s (+ everyone else’s!) help, at least some of the time. like Mallick will catch himself digging his fingers a lil too harshly into th stump of his arm (I’m w u on 10 Pints resulting in at least a partial amputation - like what was tht little scar in 3D???) n then he’ll feel William’s hand cover his n gently curl around his palm 2 be like “I’m not gonna say anything, but I see you, it’s okay,” n his grip relaxes. Eric will notice he’s working himself up too much n he’ll reach out n take one of his hands while he’s pacing + laces their fingers together so tht Mallick has to pause a moment n then he’s able to breathe. Lawrence stumbles across him in th midst of a panic attack n Mallick finds himself breathing easier when Lawrence takes one of his hands, places it over his chest + his heart, n breathes w him. Adam holds him when he jolts awake frm a nightmare. lil things like tht.

one of their fave things to help them both de-stress is they’ll lay in bed n William will read out loud to Mallick, who has his head on his chest n is listening but doesn’t have to put too much energy into keeping up, bc it’s mostly abt being close + having smth to fill the silence tht neither of them feel particularly comfortable in anymore. sometimes Mallick falls asleep n it honestly makes William rly happy bc not only is Mallick relaxed enough to actually close his eyes, he also trusts William enough to fall asleep around him, trusts him during a time he’s at his most vulnerable. it’s not uncommon fr Lawrence to get home frm work to find th two of them curled up against th pillows, sometimes both asleep or just Mallick while William continues reading silently and brushes his fingers thru Mallick’s hair. Adam def has a pic of them like tht somewhere, hung up on th cork board Art had bought specifically fr those kinds of photos. it’s smth easy tht doesn’t really require much energy + has the added bonus of just being close to n held by someone u love n who loves u.

and they help each other. sometimes William has a rly hard time looking at himself, the days where his guilt sits heavy in his chest n doesn’t seem 2 want to anywhere, n Mallick will just sit w him outside on th porch swing and just Be There bc it’s like. “I’m here, I want to b here, Jigsaw was wrong, you are not a terrible person, u did what u could w what u had and I love you,” in a single action. I think William also struggles, like u’ve mentioned tht Eric does, w th guilt of what happened + feeling like it was his fault. so Mallick sitting w him, their shoulders brushing, fr William it’s like, if he was truly as awful a person as John seemed 2 think he was, wld Mallick be this close? wld Mallick willingly lay down beside him some nights n kiss him good morning? wld he kiss him again on th cheek after he makes a fresh pot of coffee + pancakes? n William knows tht Mallick wouldn’t keep himself so close if John was right, so it’s like. proof of tht. n tht means a lot to William. sometimes tht’s all he needs.

they don’t have 2 deal w their struggles alone. they’re both surrounded by ppl who love them n want to see them do well - it’s only natural they feel tht way abt each other, too.

[fantastic-rambles]

Okay I somehow just managed to see your Sk8 character rankings so in hindsight, I’m super sorry for making you reexplain some of this stuff. I do get you’re second point about Shadow too. (And how ppl def show their true faces when they’re wearing masks) The lasers and stuff are shown as gimmicky toys so I agree that the damage they could do has been kinda ignored bc of what you said about Shadow being a comedic character. I do feel though that Adam shares a certain recklessness just in a different, more subtle way. While the only time we see him directly attack a skater at all is Cherry, I think you could argue that he is emotionally manipulating/terrorizing/coercing most of them. Being mean isn’t a crime obviously (everybody just brushes off Shadow’s threats so it’s not abnormal for the nature of S) and people are ultimately in charge of their own safety, choices, reactions, etc. But Adam has a pattern of egging on skaters in a way that to pushes them to the point of getting hurt. Like by holding onto Reki and keeping him physically safe, he terrified that boy without any remorse when he could have just let Reki skate freely. And I may be wrong on this part bc I’m not sure of the ep, but I think that in a flashback a skater actually did fall off a cliff while skating with Adam because he was pushing the skater to live up to Eve standards of being interesting and pushing safety limits. He’s like the kid who jumps off a bridge, but while actively telling you bridge jumping is the only way to be cool and worthy of him. It’s pretty much coercion. Cherry and Joe confronted Adam in the flashbacks because there was a pattern of him irresponsibly encouraging others to follow him in unsafe skating situations above their skill level. Adam’s ideas around skating make him dangerous in a different way from Shadow that scares characters rather than irritating them like with Shadow. Shadow has a jerky persona but mainly just wants to win and Adam is messing with people kind of just to see if they can take it or because he finds it fun. So basically, just pick your preference for mainly physical or mainly emotional trauma 😃/hj (I’d lowkey choose Adam because his dramatics are superior. I am so incredibly entertained whenever he does his lil heel toe tappy dance and the theme music turns up lmao)(And I know it’s just rich ppl shenanigans but skydiving into S with 1000% confidence he won’t miscalculate and *smack* the stage is kinda an iconic move)(Plus, imagining all the bizarre orders Tadashi has had to do for the sole goal of adding flair is so funny to me)

Thanks for letting me know about the potential other shady stuff. That does make me a bit more invested in that plot line. As much as I see Adam hate, I still forget details of what they set up bc it feels like ages ago lol.

And good luck with the WIPs + future stuff!! I don’t think we share any other fandoms but it’s still really nice that you have works you can enjoy spending time writing 😊

It’s fine, I have way too much Sk8 stuff on my blog (and only recently realized I could condense my long-ass ask responses), so some of it probably gets lost, lol.

Adam absolutely fucks with his opponents mentally. But the way I see it, it’s his way of testing other people’s love for skating (and again, trying to prove that he loves it more). If they really love it, then they won’t let him fuck them over (like Langa), and if they rediscover their love after his mindfuckery, then they can get back on the board again (like Reki). But if they get badly physically injured, then they can’t return no matter how they feel about it, so I believe Adam intentionally attempts to avoid that because skating is his safe space/where he can be free, and he doesn’t want to permanently take that away from anyone else if they want to be there. This is all just my theory though. And it doesn’t justify him terrorizing his opponents. xD

There was a skater who fell off a cliff against him, yeah, but I frankly don’t blame Adam for that. He had no direct influence on that incident (unlike the situations in which he’s grabbing his opponent, or even his Love Hugs, or if the accident had been caused by throwing fireworks/shining a laser in the guy’s eyes). The nature of anyone who is excellent in their field, especially in sports, is that people will admire them and attempt to emulate them, even if it’s beyond their ability. How many kids got hurt, maybe even seriously, trying to copy one of Tony Hawk’s tricks? Like you said, people are ultimately in charge of their own safety, choices, reactions, etc. Sure, Adam is closer to Cherry, Joe, and his prospective Eve than Tony Hawk is to his fans, so they have the opportunity to show off/try to impress him directly, but in the end, it’s their own decision. His prospective Eve believed that he could make the turn, so he tried, and he failed because he overestimated his ability. Was he influenced by Adam? Undoubtedly. But is Adam to blame for it? No more than Tony Hawk, in my book.

Yeah, no problem. I’m not “gung-ho” about Adam being in jail, I just think that’s the likely conclusion. I get your confusion, though, because the reasons that the haters want him in jail isn’t the reason he’d actually be going. The anime has been really vague about what he actually did to merit an investigation, but he definitely did something sketchy with another Diet member and committed perjury with regard to it.

Haha, thank you! Though “enjoy” is such a weird word to use to describe my fanfic writing. I’m in such a love-hate relationship with it. I have so many ideas, but when it comes to actually setting them down, it’s torture. xD

[anna-justice]

Lost or Found - 2

Summary: As Jay, Hailey, Kim, Adam and Kevin start their junior year in the wake of a tragic summer, the past year of their lives comes back to haunt them. If you enjoyed Pretty Little Liars, this is for you! *UPSTEAD/BURZEK High School AU 

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2 - Every Breath You Take

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Hailey found herself in the front seat of Jay’s pickup truck, which was a place she never thought she would be. After three days of trying to figure out where the text came from, they had given up. Jay called his best friend Greg, who Hailey didn’t even know existed, to help them trace the message.

It was just the 3 of them, Jay’s brother Will had just moved into Northwestern and his mom was at work. Hailey wasn’t sure where his dad was, but that wasn’t new, she had never heard Jay talk about him despite him being in the picture. They made their way to the unfinished basement of the small greystone, Hailey smirking in amusement at Greg’s shock after seeing Jay’s colorful and elaborate bulletin board.

“Wow,” Greg said, tracing one of the string trails with his finger. “This is crazy. And the cops don’t know about any of it?”

“No.” Jay said, leaning against the makeshift desk. “This is just between us.”

“So, what’s our next move?” Greg asked.

“I was thinking that you could stay here and track the text, while Hailey and I go to Erin’s and look through her room.” Jay said.

Hailey spoke in protest. “Really? Look through her room?”

Jay nodded, “There is something missing, maybe it will be there.”

Fifteen minutes later, Hailey stood with Jay in the middle of Erin’s bedroom. They had entered using Jay’s key. Unbeknownst to Hailey, Jay would stay at the Voight’s whenever things would get bad with his dad. Hank wasn’t home at the time, he was a private investigator and sometimes he would leave for days at a time for a job, not that it mattered, he treated Jay like his own son.

They sifted through the various stacks of books and clothes, the room had been untouched since she disappeared. Hailey watched Jay as he looked at the collage of pictures on the wall. She was only in a few, the new ones added on the bottom. There was one from the first night she met Erin and Jay, they had a bonfire in Kim’s backyard, she remembered joining Erin in teasing Kim about her blushing everytime Adam looked at her. The next one was the three girls dressed in pajamas for the first day of finals. And the third was from the day before the last day of school, it was Jay and Adam’s last baseball game. She must have hung it up that same night.

She followed Jay’s gaze to a picture of the two of them, he was kissing Erin’s cheek while she smiled wide for the camera. “I’m so sorry.” She said, “We haven’t really talked about it. It must be terrible.” And while it seemed crazy that in all their investigating that they hadn’t really talked about what happened, it was true. They talked logistics, motive, suspects, but never feelings. Jay was closed book, he had been the whole summer. It was only in the past few days that Hailey thought they were beginning to truly be friends, despite the horrific circumstances.

“I’m fine.” Jay said, turning away from the wall of memories abruptly.

Hailey sighed, she knew that lie well. It was her go to. “Jay, talk to me, I promise I’m the last person to judge.”

Jay took a deep breath, he could sense the sincerity in her words clearly. He looked a her, a little too long actually. She was almost smiling in defeat, she was expecting him to shoot her down again, challenging him to tell her how he was feeling. “I just,” He cut himself off, ready to retreat back to him silent shell, but he wanted to talk, he needed to talk. “I can’t stand not knowing. I don’t care if she really is dead, I just want to know.” He admitted. Hailey didn’t respond or console him. She just nodded, which is exactly what he needed in that moment.

Greg Gerwitz: I got an address for the server that sent the text. 1490 Wabash.

“What is it?” Hailey asked, noticing a slight smile appear on Jay’s face.

Jay held up his phone, “Greg got an address.”

“Let’s go.”

As they pulled up to the sketchy looking bungalow, Hailey realized that they had no plan. It didn’t seem to bother Jay, he jumped out of the truck and charged the front door. He easily jumped over the missing step while Hailey carefully climbed after him, her short legs giving her a serious disadvantage. As soon as they reached the door, Jay tried the nob, much to his his surprise, the door to the abandoned house fell open.

They carefully made their way in, Hailey unintentionally gripping Jay’s arm to keep him close. The main floor was completely bare, with the exception of a few random chairs and a very dilapidated kitchen. They rounded a corner and met the basement stairs, each step causing them to squeak. When they reached the bottom, Hailey thought she had stopped breathing. Just like in Erin’s room, photos of them lined the walls, but these were different. They weren’t staged or posed, the were the worst kind of candid. There were ones of each of them individually, small groups of them, Erin with lots of different people.

“Holy shit,” Jay muttered under his breath. Once he recovered he began to take photos of everything he saw.

Hailey stood  there frozen, some of the photos were recent, as recent as Erin’s funeral. “Jay.” She said, starting to panic, “Jay.” He wasn’t paying attention. “Jay!” He finally looked at her. “What the hell is all this? We have to tell the others, this is about all of us now, not just Erin. Ohmigod, someone really did take her…”

She kept rambling on, “Hailey,” Jay said, but it didn’t stop her. “Hailey,” He said, putting his hands on her shoulders. “We will tell the others everything, but right now we need to take everything we can, whoever did this wanted us to find this, we need to take advantage of it.”

As soon as Hailey turned to look through the nearest stack of files, a car alarm went off outside. Jay went running up the stairs and Hailey chased after him, when they reached his truck, all the doors were open and the lights were flashing while the horrid noise sounded over and over again. The two shared a look before rushing to the pickup and locking themselves in. Whoever was responsible had been there the whole time.

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Kim looked down at her phone, there was a text in the group chat to meet for breakfast in the morning. She smiled to herself, things were finally getting back to normal. She couldn’t deny that the loss of Erin hurt like hell, it still did. But being the optimistic person she was, she told herself that she would be okay and kept pushing forward.

“What are you so happy about?” Adam asked from the drivers seat.

Kim shrugged, “Nothing really, Jay just said that he wants all of us to get breakfast in the morning.”

“Sounds fun,” Adam nodded, “I’ll pick you up.”

Kim grinned at that, she has had feelings for Adam for a long time now, but wasn’t until Erin’s disappearance that she acted on them. Erin had always pushed her too, and doing so made Kim feel close to her again. They didn’t tiptoe around it formuch longer than that, he asked her to be his girlfriend a soon as possible, they understood now how short life really was.

They reached their destination, a little hole in the wall pizzeria by the riverwalk. Adam met her at her side of the car, quickly pressing her against it before lowering his lips to hers. Adam was big on PDA, not that Kim minded, it made her feel wild. After coming up for air, Adam pecked her lips one more time, and they made their way inside. All the while completely unaware of the the person that had been following them for six block now.

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Hailey made her way into the dark house, dropping her bag by the front door. She headed to the kitchen, not bothering to turn on any lights on the way. She was pretty shaken up from earlier and was ready to sleep the whole day away. She heard a thud in the living rooma and immediately she cursed herself for not being smart enough to hit any of the switches she passed.

Her uncle was on shift all night at the firehouse and her aunt had plans with her work friends and would be home late. She slowly made her made towards the den, looking around herself constantly, she rounded the corner, sure that she was just hearing things due to her newfound paranoia, but she was met with a dark figure. She tried to scream, but the wind was knocked out of her as the figure slammed her against the wall behind her. They gripped her neck, molding her body into the hard surface. She clawed at their hands, trying desperately to breathe, but they were too strong.

“Stop looking.” A voice growled in her ear before she was thrown to the floor. Oxygen finally filled her lungs and she coughed violently, giving whoever was there the chance to disappear as fast as they appeared in the first place. She held her throat, which felt like it was on fire.

She crawled on the floor, searching for her phone that had been lost in the one sided fight. The tears began to fall as she fumbled with her passcode, she then called the only person she could.

“Hello?”

“Jay,” She forced out along with another sob.

“Hailey? What’s wrong?”

Hailey’s breathing began to pick up, “The-There was someone in my h-house and they attacked me. I-I can’t breathe.”

“I’m on my way.”

Jay didn’t hang up until he pulled up in front of her house. He broke several traffic laws trying to get back to her house. He burst through the unlocked door and ran through the house. “Hailey!” He called out, he followed the sound of cries and found her still on the ground holding her chest. “Hailey, Hailey breathe.” He said, pulling her into his arms. “You’re okay, you’re safe.”

Hailey felt herself wrapped in his warmth, she finally felt like she could breathe again. She focused on his steady, but fast, heartbeat, trying to match her breath to it like she had learned. It had been so long since she had had a panic attack. Little did Jay know, that wasn’t the first time sh had been strangled and it definitely wasn’t the first time she had ended up on the floor sobbing. Eventually, Hailey reluctantly pulled herself away from him. “Thanks.” She said, casting her gaze on the floor.

“Of course.” He said, standing. He began to pace around the room, looking for anything the attacker might have left behind. He turned to her. “Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital?”

“No!” She exclaimed, maybe a little too aggressively. “I’m fine, I was more scared than anything.” Jay eyed her like he didn’t believe her, but she ignored it. “Should we, um, call the police?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then no, we can’t risk  them being another step ahead of us.” He explained, “We can’t trust anyone.”

Hailey nodded, playing with her fingers as she shifted uncomfortably. “Would you mind staying? Just until my aunt gets home.”

Jay cracks a slight smile, “Not at all.”

Hailey proceeded to turn on every light she could find, even though she felt much safer with Jay being there. She led him to the kitchen where she made a pot of coffee, they both needed it. They made small talk for the next few hours, neither of them wanting to veer into deeper water.

Somewhere close to midnight Trudy returned, surprised to find a Halstead sitting in her kitchen. Jay quickly bid his goodbyes, telling Hailey that he would pick her up in the morning. Trudy eyed Hailey as he walked out the door, but Hailey shook her head. The last thing she needed was her aunt thinking that she had something going on with her presumed dead best friend’s ex. That would be horribly messy. She made her way to her room, double checking the locks on all her windows. When she finally fell asleep, her door was open and all her lights were on. Which, little did she know, made it even easier to watch her.

[prole-my-tariat]

Long post about American politics -specifically California and how we are fucking up.... it’s a good read, just a lot.

Okay, I just want to remind everyone of of few things as we draw closer to a legit recall vote on Gavin Newsom.

1) This movement stated as (and still emplofies) a calling for the worst kind of people - This began with a group of people who just haaaaaaaad to go outside because they were over participating in basic human decency. Then, billionaires used the vaccine debacle as a jumping point to get taxes lowered. Please don’t think they care about wether or not we get vaccinated. They just don’t want to pay taxes.

This has morphed into a call to arms over CAs vaccine response. They are hiding behind a legit issue to push their anti worker narrative.

We need to stop seeing every problem as one sole persons fault. This is a product of late stage capitalism and white supremacy. We are so fixated on “American individualism” that we oft forget that these things don’t happen because of one individual person. Corporations use this against us constantly!!

Newsom is not perfect. He was an idiot to go to that dinner and he rolled over and ended the stay at home order like a fucking idiot. BUT CA has so many more issues that were always going to make a vaccine rollout hard:

- we have the largest state population in the nation.

- there are not enough medical workers for our population.

- many people in our state are undocumented and we can’t and should not leave them behind. They are often skeptic of any database that might take their name and age (and most likely ask for a social). But without adequate medical personnel, getting into each county can be difficult.

- people are still not following covid guidelines!!! We have had huge spikes in hospitalizations and deaths. How can the health care workers we do have give vaccines if they are over worked at hospitals??

- I would not look at other states already vaccinating 20 somethings(outside of high risk) as a win. This means that the vaccines were not distributed with the population in mind. This is such a theme in our country and it goes back to individualism. State individualism. States just don’t have to care that NY and CA have higher populations because it is just not their problem.

- those states are also showing a world wide failure. Young people here should not be getting vaccines, while elders in the developing world are dying because their countries can’t compete with 1st world buyouts.

-vaccine costs. Fuck Bill Gates. He convinced companies to patent and sell the vaccine rather than donate. A fucking asshole.

This brings me to my next and most important point:

2) WE CAN NOT HAVE CHANGE WITHOUT SOLITION!!!

As leftist, I see this trap all of the time. Change is good and needs to happen, but if we let certain things happen without solution, we leave a vacuum for fascism. We cannot let a dangerous group have the answer.

Let’s consider the current candidate to replace Newsom, a tech billionaire. He promises lowered taxes, higher pay for teachers, and a $2000 payment for ever child in California. Pretend everything he says is not full of shit and he is actually going to pay every teacher 70000/year (and not break it up by income in each county....as he def would) and that he will pay $2000 for every kid (will this extend to our undocumented children, probs not).

Please please understand that the lump sum payments we are offered will NEVER amount to the money we loose by not taxing billionaires adequately. This supposed higher pay will not stop teachers from having to use their own money to provide supplies for their classrooms/kids. It won’t change the ridiculous housing market. It won’t fix our school buildings. It won’t provide after school programs. It is a eye catcher, not a solution.

If we really want to provide more funds to schools, we would repeal prop 13. That prop is the fucking biggest joke and hold up of our state. We are allowing huge corporations, such as Disney, to pay property taxes from the fucking 70s!!!!! Property taxes are supposed to fund k-12 schools. But we are not receiving that money, so our schools go underfunded.

Though it gets worse, we supplement a lot of that dispenancy using state tax. This takes away from infrastructure, social programs, affordable housing supplements, etc...If that and sales tax are cut, we loose that funding too. It’s a downward spiral with only one group in a good position. The 1%.

“But these companies are threatening to leave to Texas/Florida, where there are little/no taxes!”

Fucking let them try. We don’t have higher taxes in our state for the fucking hell of it. We have higher taxes because the current capitalistic structure requires a lot of underpaid skilled workers to keep these corporations going. Withthis work force comes families, Schools/education, housing needs, medical needs, shopping, dining, etc.... the social programs needed to barely keep the working class breathing are paid by taxes. The programs created to make it possible for the work force to live an hour away from their under paid job requires taxes. You need large infrastructure, room, accessibility. Taxes go up when corporations go in. Texas and Florida will not remain tax less or low on taxes. They will have to compensate the workforce that comes with these billionaires.

Billionaires know this. If they didn’t they would have jumped ship long ago. They want their California homes and they know they need the working/undocumented class in this state. AND specifically the infrastructure built around and for these working working class peoples (it also keeps the working class away from them). They are going to do everything they can to bleed us dry, while keeping their fourth beach house and their new offices.

We are hyped right now due to the GME stonks “revolution.” We need to keep this energy going. The one percent do not flourish without us. And I am done just barely surving.

Be wary of any promises to cut taxes, they will never benefit you and lump sum payments are created to keep us quite.

The other two candatites I’ve seen circling are Uber right wing jokes. They spread Q bullshit and use really deragatory language.

Don’t. loose. your. fight. They are getting scared because they have had to accept that the masses aren’t stupid. That’s another reason for them to push to open the country. The working class has never been less intelligent, they have just had less time. We have time now. Use it to show that this system can destroy them too.

Thanks for reading. I’m going to end up writing a paper on the danger and destruction of American Individualism, but message me if you want to discuss it.

[destinyc1020]

Do u think that tomdaya is still around the awkward phase just trying to navigate their friendship rn or they’re on track to getting back together? I understand that there’s no way you can 100% know this but I just wanna know your theory lol

It’s def hard to say lol...   I was just telling another Anon that Idk if they’re even going to get back together because overall they have to do what's best for THEM.  They may go these next 5 months and realize that they don't have much in common anymore, and they have changed too much, and it's best for them to just remain friends.  Or, they may find that they still love each other, and it's like no time has passed btwn them at all.  It's all up to them honestly. 🤷 

Right now? Since it’s been a couple of weeks already, I would say that they are probably past the “initial awkward stage” w/each other.  There might be a few “awkward” moments still there (esp if they still have feelings for each other, or there are things that need to be said that haven’t been said yet), but overall I think they’re more than likely getting along just fine.  

Tom & Z are both just really sweet, down-to-earth people. That’s how they come across to me at least... So I think it’s hard for them to “hate” each other cuz they’re just both two DECENT people.  

I don’t think they have had any of the heavy, hard-hitting conversations they would need to have BEFORE they decide to get back together again (you can’t just jump in like you can pick right back up where you left off), but I think deep down they kinda sense that there’s always been something there btwn them...  I mean, if WE can sense it, I would think THEY can sense it. I just think they’re playing things by ear right now and enjoying the moment.  Idt they’re thinking too deeply rn in other words.   After some months have passed though, things might be different....  👀

[elvencantation]

gyadl ep 3 liveblog:

- ok so luo fusheng looks rly cute all relaxed and swinging his arm around his friend! (full homo, yet again, buddy the way you look at him? not subtle)

-wanted to gif lfs in that shirt but i don’t wanna stop watching so probs won’t happen 😂

- props to the girl for committing to revamping her outfit enough to pass for evening clothes. excited to see what it’ll look like!

- random american blonde girl? what is she, bartender/magician?

- they really are acting like kids. or frat boys 😂

- wow sometimes the dubs are so awkward... i mean i dont think theyre dubbed over with different actors, at least not for zyl, i recognize his voice- but that one moment where the guy with glasses cheers on his friend drinking alcohol? 

- and now we’re jumping fully clothed into the pool. may have to gif some of that 😏

- wait its just the three boys? that looks a bit stupid...

- of course she falls into the pool

- of COURSE ITS TIME TO ESTABLISH THE LOVE TRIANGLE BY PUTTING THEM BOTH ON EITHER SIDE OF THE GIRL. also shes so short 😂

- zyl looks too good with those wet bangs and it’s unfair

- THEY WAKE UP CUDDLED UP IN BED TOGEHTER?? TOO CUTE

- M Y  G O D  IS HE APOLOGIZING TO THE BOSS GUY FOR COLLAPSING ON STAGE? HOW DARE YOU HAVE A LIFE THREATENING CONDITION CLEARLY THATS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT

- i love how the dad’s like- why can’t a woman be worth as much as a man? why cant a man dress as a woman and a woman dress as a man? HE GOT THE SPIRIT

- ‘remember, nobody will ever treat you better than I do.’ uhhhh.... hold up da-ge wtf? i know u dont like xxc’s interest in ur little sister but this is a bit much

- YES FUCK HIM UP GLASSES BOY!! i like him. i dont remember his name but i like him

- lin qikai apparently! hes a good boy. and i like his hair

-WAIT WHAT THE FUCK?? is tianying not his kid like tianci is? im confused. but they were def raised as siblings werent they? i dont like this

- yup he’s def being creepy. tianci i mean

- lfs in a pretty chair.... i like this

-when u get caught staring at a girls photo in the newspaper

- but srsly this scene with the messenger boy was cute. ‘you’re looking at dirty pictures!’ ‘are you stupid this is a newspaper?’ ‘idk i cant read’ XD

-is it bad that im glad she was just dancing and not singing during this perfomance? im just not used to this version of opera i guess. my palate isnt sophisticated enough i guess 😂

-wow ok fusheng that was kinda a dick move, putting her on the spot to sing like that

- ohh ok cant blame u tho she looks so hot in that outfit. the top hat!! and the wings?!!

- of course both of you are thinking about another girl when shes singing so prettily for u

- wait are the wings attached to the hat?? i only realized this literaly as she finished singing XD

- ‘regardless of how capable tianying is, please show her more guidance’ ???? buddy wtf? srsly her ‘brother’ needs to chill!