#gonna be queuing up a few more posts that I’ve finished lately

[peachfruitcake]

[mashed4077]

🌃 intro post! 🌃

(bit late but i didn’t want a cluttered bio anymore so here’s this)

hiii im shay! i fixated on mash back in november and i officially finished it on march 22nd 2023!! im gonna rewatch soon tho

about this blog

this is a side-blog!

tags: i tag pretty extensively for the sake of categorization; here’s hoping my character tags prove fun to scroll through!

queue: as of the day i’m writing this, i have a very full queue, because i have a habit of liking literally every post i see related to a fixation, and then spam-queuing it later to clean my likes out. so i hope you enjoy all the content! lots of funny scenes and textposts, well-made gifsets, wonderful fanart, and insightful meta, if i do say so myself. mashblr is a talented bunch!

original posts/content: i don’t contribute much on my own, but i love to ramble and i hope some of my lengthy tags prove an interesting or at least entertaining read :) i do dabble in fanfic writing and i’ve got a few mash works in my drafts, but i’m not sure if they’ll ever see the light of day. i’m also fond of meta and character analysis, so if i ever work up the courage maybe ill put out some moderately thought-provoking posts in that realm.

some of my opinions relating to mash characters & ships can be found under the read more!

these are all subjective and i completely respect anyone who disagrees :) we’re all here to have fun!

summarized thoughts on the characters (kinda sorted by fav to least fav)

mulcahy has been driving me bonkers for months (and my jewish ass has been putting far too much thought into catholicism lately bc of him😒)

frank,,,, listen. i’m sorry. but listen, as baffled and/or disgusted as you are, i’m the mf stuck being the only one in this entire fandom who flails over frank burns. so how do you think i feel. ik he’s absolutely awful, but he’s just so damn pathetic, i can’t help but like him and find him fascinating

radar is a bubby to me, i dont rlly have complex thoughts on him hes kinda just a comfort character to me n ilhsm

charles... he snuck up on me. i didnt expect to like him, much less relate to him (-_-) i just exposed myself as a charles winchester kinnie how will my reputation recover

i love hawkeye a lot, as we all do <3

i love trapper john mcintyre!!!!!!!!!!

i love margaret!!! i love klinger!!! i love henry!!! 

im pretty neutral on potter and bj

in short: i love them all a lot but mulcahy and frank have each driven me particularly mad in different ways and radar with his animals has made me cry and charles would probably drive me nuts if i let him but i am keeping him at arm’s length.

summarized thoughts on ships (again, strongest first)

(yes i have frank ships. no i am not proud of it)

my mash otp is hawkahy. it’s been slowly draining the remainder of my sanity. i havent slept in months. send help

i am a sucker for enemies/rivals to lovers and hawnk kinda makes me a little nuts.

i know he’s not good for her but i think margaret x frank have a rlly interesting relationship and they can be cute sometimes, and i think about them more than i’d like to admit. i am not immune to het ships consisting of badass women with control issues and their toxic pathetic purse-dog boyfriends.

henry x klinger is literally canon idc

pierceintyre... ;-; hh

i love semi-niche trapper ships. trapcahy is a little bit 👀 and i really like trapper x margaret

hawkeye x henry... shh...

bonus trios i think about sometimes😳: hawkeye x margaret x frank, margaret x frank x flagg (SHH), hawkeye x trapper x mulcahy. do u see my evil vision

aaand some platonic dynamics i particularly enjoy

mulcahy & klinger are besties :)

mulcahy & margaret have a sibling dynamic that i absolutely adore, esp in the potter seasons, particularly the later ones.

charles & margaret are a fun duo. the ship tease they did a little was... idk how to feel about it, but i like them as buddies.

margaret & klinger... the girlies

hawkeye & klinger!!! the el jibbities are flocking together..

hawkeye & margaret :)

i do very much enjoy hawkeye & bj’s friendship

not friendship but charles & mulcahy’s animosity is sooo funny i will never tire of it

notps: klinger x charles, and hunnihawk. do not doxx me.

i think thats all for now. enjoy my nonsense!

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[meltwonu]

2. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

10. “We’re in public, you know.”

notes; stylist!jun, actress!reader, sex toys, dirty talk, sexual acts in public! I’m gonna be honest with yall i did not have a good weekend(more coworker bs) ☠️😭 KJHDKJHKJ but u kno what its the start of a new week so here’s hoping to better things this week!!  😩💐 Im tired as fuck tho but thats also normal lolol I'm hoping to have time this week to rly sit down and get some inbox msgs down too, i really just havent had the time or the energy so fingers crossed 🤞 !! As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

*queued post.

“D–Don’t…”

“Hm??”

Jun’s lips ease into a sleazy smirk - his fingertips toying with your hair as a shiver rolls down your spine.

“Jun, I–mmh, I have to–to go back to set in a few–few minutes…”

“I know, just let me fix your hair. The wind messed it up and it needs to be fixed for the next scene.”

He watches as you squirm in front of him - knowing that the vibrator snug against your clit was the cause of your shaky movements.

“Can’t, a-ah, you–you turn it o-off? N-now?” 

You feel your entire body on the brink of another orgasm just as he finishes up and sprays your hair down with another pass of hair spray - nonchalant even though he knows the effect that the toy has on you.

“But you already came, didn’t you? Right here.”

Before you can retort, his quick fingers are up your skirt and between your thighs as he presses the toy harder against your clit - your clipped whines taking you by surprise as your eyes dart all across the set.

There’s nobody near the two of you at the dressing van and you breath a sigh of relief before you pout.

“W–we’re in public, you know!? You–you can’t just d-do that, Jun…! A-anyone can see!”

He smirks before retracting his hand; instead going in for the remote for the toy as he turns it off and lets you relax for a moment to catch your breath.

“You say that like I didn’t fuck you behind the dressing van three days ago~ Your cute ‘lil skirt just pushed up while I bent you over and fucked you so good you were almost late to set~ I’m so good at my job, they didn’t even realize how fucked out you looked just moments before filming~”

The memory makes goosebumps rise on your skin remembering how you had to film back to back scenes with Jun’s cum pooling in your panties before you could get home, much less a change of clothes. 

“I–I’m wearing a, ngh, w-white dress today though... I–I can’t get it d-dirty...” Mumbling, you let him fix your outfit once more - his experienced hands roaming all over your body as you resist the urge to give into his touches. 

“I know, I picked it just for you~ Makes you look so cute and innocent even though we both know how different you really are, off set~ Going to work with a ‘lil vibrator in your panties~”

He chuckles as you whimper in return. 

“You–you have to make it up to me later...” 

“Oh? How should I do that, hmm, babygirl?”

You’re too focused on thinking to realize he’s holding the remote again; fingertip on the button as he sets it to the highest setting and watches as you double over in front of him when all the pleasure rushes through you at once. 

“Jun–Jun–Jun...!”

He watches as you cum; body shivering and thighs threatening to give out as soft, quiet whimpers and whines leave your lips while he chuckles and lets you ride out your pleasure out in the open.

And in the midst of your high, a loud booming voice can be heard throughout the filming set - no doubt the director as he tests the mic on the megaphone before continuing.

“We’re having trouble with the boom mics on set. We’ll be taking a short break while we try to get replacements. Thank you for your patience and understanding! We’ll try to get it fixed ASAP!”

A breathy moan escapes you the second that Jun turns the toy off; this time catching you as your entire body melts into his touch.

“Ah, did you hear that? Seems like we have a little bit of time~ How about I fix your outfit in the van, hm? Looks like you might’ve gotten it dirty just now.”

This time, you find yourself growling - manicured fingers digging into the sleeve of his shirt as he grins at you.

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly and if you don’t make me cum with your cock in the next 15 minutes, I’m firing you.”

[demonwifey]

Mommy’s Kissing Who?🎄🎅🏻

Hey guys! Hope you all had a safe and amazing holiday! So this idea literally came to me right after listening to “I Saw Mommy Kissing Beetlejuice” and knew I had to post it for you guys to see. While you’re reading this just keep in mind I didn’t make the reader’s daughter Skye even though she was the one signing it. I’m bad at names so you’ll see the daughter go by she and her for the entire thing. Think about if you had a daughter and what you would name her. Hope you guys enjoy!💚💜🖤  

Beetlejuice x black+fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, hints of sexual themes

Word count: 3,688

“I can’t believe I’m gonna ask this but, Beej, just please try to be on your best behavior.” You practically begged, clasping your hands together near your chest for added effect. 

The demon man let out a hearty laugh before snapping his suspenders against his chest. His costume was like a mix between his normal suit and an actual Santa costume: red and white striped, his regular boots, and a Santa hat to top it off. You thought his overgrown green beard would’ve been a giveaway to your child at least. 

“Come on, babes. Give me a little credit! I’m gonna be the best damn Santa these twerps have ever seen.” He reassured you. His confidence should’ve made you feel at ease but it didn’t. No that it mattered, it was too late to turn back now. You both looked up as the Scout Leader announced his arrival from outside the small room you two were in, basically queuing him to come out. 

“It’s Showtime, babes.” He said to you and gave a flirtatious wink before walking out to the young girls yelling in excitement. 

You watched as they all scurried to huddle around him. You watched your daughter closely, thankfully she didn’t recognize Beej and the other girls didn’t notice anything off. Maybe he was right, you should’ve given him more credit. You straightened your dress and fixed your hair out before making your way over the other parents as they all watched with joy. 

“HO HO HO! Merry Christmas, you little shits!” You heard him yell loudly across the room. 

You stopped in your tracks and your eyes widened almost comically at the sentence you just heard. You prayed to any other worldly being out there that it was only your imagination. When you looked up at the other parents, you could see it wasn’t. Their faces matched yours and they quickly turned their eyes towards you. Yeah, this was going to be one long night. 

****

You didn’t know how you could’ve ended up in a worse position. You were in charge of one thing for the Girl Scout’s Christmas party: get someone to play Santa Claus and have him hand out the girls merit badges. All the other parent’s handled things like food, decorations, etc. It’s not like it was a hard task for you to do. Hell, you found and booked a guy at the beginning of the month. Everything was fine on your end, until two days ago. Your Santa Claus called saying he was sick with the flu. You’d already had a few mishaps with Girl Scout events in the past, so this was your chance to show the other parents that you weren’t a total screw up. Yet here you were on your laptop, scrambling through different websites to try and find a new person to play Santa. 

“Hey Mommy, which shoes should I wear for the party tomorrow?” You heard your daughter’s perky voice ask from behind you. As a reflex, you quickly slammed your laptop screen down and looked at her with wide eyes. She stood behind the couch with each hand holding one shoe from a different pair. 

“Hmm, I think I like the black ones better. They’ll match your badge belt.” You faked a casual tone. 

She looked at the shoe you chose, like she was thinking for a moment, before nodding in excited agreement and running back to her room. You strained a smile as you watched her go before letting out a frustrated sigh and once you heard her door close. You were doing this, not just for the other girls, but for her as well. Your daughter always got so excited when someone mentioned Santa. How shitty would you feel if you had to watch her face turn to disappointment when they were all told Santa wasn’t coming? The mental image alone made your heart sink to the floor. You leaned forward to drop your head into your hands and let out another sigh; this one being much louder. 

“Hey, keep making noises like that and I’m gonna get turned on, babes.” You heard a familiar voice coming from the side of you. 

You didn’t even need to move your head to know it was Beetlejuice. You loved the demon to death but right now, you were in no mood to joke around. You could tell he sensed that when you didn’t respond. You didn’t see, but he awkwardly scratched the back of his head before sitting next to you. He placed an equally awkward hand on your back and started rubbing circles on it. 

“Uh, you’re not gonna start crying are you? I’ve always been bad with that sort of thing. I mean, I had to watch The Notebook with Adam and Barbara one time and I had no idea what to do. They just started sobbing and saying “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird” to each other and it was the stupidest thing I’d seen-” And you stopped him before he could finish. 

“No, Beej, I’m not gonna start crying. But, God, do I want to.” You said while sitting up, his hand still rubbing circles on your back. “It’s like I had one job and it went straight to shit in one day. I’ve looked everywhere for someone to play Santa last minute but they’re all booked! And I don’t have any family members or friends that are free either. Ugh, as if they’d actually do it.” 

The room fell silent for a moment. There was no point in even opening up your laptop again. Not to say you gave up...but you basically gave up. 

“What about the kid’s sperm donor? Maybe the Christmas spirit has him feeling less like a piece of shit.” Beetlejuice spoke; half joking, half serious. You scoffed but then let out an actual laugh. He moved his hand to around your shoulder before and you laid his chest. Your fingers started absentmindedly playing with his tie.  

“If you’re referring to her father, he hasn’t been around since she was one. I doubt anything would make him less of a piece of shit.” You responded. You hated the guy for running out on you and your daughter but you’d never have him around Beetlejuice. You already knew Beej would have murder in his eyes as soon as he’d walk through the door. You moved your neck upward to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, showing that you appreciated his attempt to make you feel better.

“Well, at least this'll be an excuse to ruin Santa for her. Just walk in and say “SANTA ISN’T COMING BECAUSE SANTA ISN’T REAL!”. Rip the band aid off. It’ll be great.” He joked, looking down at you with a sinister grin on his face. There was no doubt in your mind that he wasn’t joking. 

You let out a defeated giggle before flipping his tie up to hit him in the face. You were about to give him another kiss before you heard your daughter’s voice again. 

“Beetlejuice!” She screamed before running around the couch to jump between you two. You both laughed at her sudden presence before Beetlejuice placed a hand on her head. 

“What’s up, anklebiter? Have too many sugar packets before bed?” He joked and her own laughter wasn’t far behind. She quickly climbed on top of his lap and pulled out two of her favorite scrunchies from her pocket. 

“No, silly! I need your opinion. Which scrunchie would look better for my hair tomorrow?” She asked, much like asked you about the shoes before. 

Beetlejuice was always so good around your daughter. Most guys you knew ran for the hills when they found out you had a kid, but somehow, this rude and crude demon didn’t. Maybe it was all the time he’d spent with Lydia but he fell into the ‘cool dad/uncle’ role very quickly. Not that you were begging to have that figure in her life, it was still nice to watch them interact so naturally. You laughed as Beetlejuice plucked the different color scrunchies out of her hand and examined them closely. 

“Nope, neither one will do.” He twisted his face at them before tossing them both to the side. Your daughter only blinked in confusion as she watched Beetlejuice reach into one of his jacket pockets. 

“This one is way more suitable!” Suddenly he pulled out a black and white striped scrunchie with a glitter covered green and black tulle bow at the center. You’d been with Beetlejuice for a while so thankfully the both of you were used to his magic. Your daughter squealed in excitement and grabbed the scrunchie out of his hand.  

“Beej, you can’t keep giving her presents before Christmas.” You laughed, still watching her as she gawked at her new accessory. The demon man ignored you, knowing he was only winning her heart more and more each day. “Alright, now what do we say?” You asked, giving her a knowing look.

“Thank you, so much BJ! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” The child didn’t hold back her enthusiasm as she jumped to give him a tight hug. Beetlejuice let out his usual scratchy laugh while giving her a few pats on the back. 

You watched their interaction before squinting, an idea popping into your head. 

“There’s no way...” You thought to yourself, but the image stuck in your head. Once you saw it, you couldn’t unsee it. From his perfect chubby body to his earthy laugh, you could tell he was the perfect fit for your idea.

“Alright, mini me, time for bed.” You shook yourself away from your thoughts and placed a hand on her head. She turned to face you with a large pout on her face. You stopped her before she could even protest. “Teeth and pajamas, now. I’ll be in to help with your hair in a minute.” You said softly but sternly. 

The girl turned to Beej for help but he only shrugged, already knowing not to protest against you. She dropped her shoulders in defeat before saying thank you one last time and giving him her own cheek kiss. She soon shuffled away to get ready for bed, still giggling about the scrunchie.

“Ya’know, doll. I like it when you get tough. It really does something to me.” The demon man wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You rolled your eyes before making your way over to him. You swung one leg over his lap and straddled him, using your hands to hold and squish his cheeks together. Beetlejuice didn’t waste time using one hand to hold your thigh and the other to grab your ass. 

“Beej....” You started, staring into his golden eyes with a look that was nothing less than seductive. It didn’t take long for Beetlejuice to be wrapped around your finger. His hands started rubbing slowly in their respective spots as you moved down to pace soft kisses on his neck. “....how would you like to do me a BIG favor?” You asked.

****

Being the amazing boyfriend that he was, Beetlejuice said yes to your favor of him being the replacement Santa, at the cost of you being a wreck the entire event. Did you ever stop sweating? No. You were so used to Beej’s crass behavior at home that you didn’t think about how bad it would be to have him around other people. He started telling you all the ‘fun’ party tricks he had planned for the night. As soon as he mentioned giving the girls candy bags full of dead bugs, you realized the mistake you might’ve made. 

There were more lows than highs throughout the night. Beetlejuice would make crude jokes every chance he got. Most of these jokes went over the girls heads, but their parents didn't find them very amusing. Even in your panicked state, you would have to divert Beetlejuice back to his original task. God, don’t even mention when you got close to him. It’s like he’d lose track of what was even happening to openly flirt and make lewd comments about you, in front of everyone. You lost count of how many times you had to say “haha Santa I don’t think Mrs. Claus would like that” before pinching him and making him get back on track. When it was time for food, he ate the scouts’ precious trope hamster. He played it up as a gimmick but you knew the gruesome reality of it all. The glares and stares from the adults in the room burned deep holes into your back. If you had the option to let the ground swallow you whole, you would’ve taken it.

When it finally came time to pass out the Scouts’ merit badges, that surprisingly went with minimal ease. Again, he was making odd jokes but it wasn’t the worst thing to happen all night. When he got down to your daughter, he was a lot more kind with his words than he was with the other girls. You thought he would’ve blown his cover to her as he went on a 10 minute long speech about how great and deserving she was. He was eventually stopped by the scout leader who cleared her throat to get her attention. You weren’t sure if it was the anxiety you’d been feeling all night, the sweet gesture from Beej, or the look of joy on your daughter’s face, but you were just about on the verge of tears. Despite the craziness of the night and the emotions that were flooding your brain, seeing the two of them laugh together made it all worth it.

****

After a long night out, you were finally back to your apartment. You shuffled through the door with her fast asleep on your shoulder. As soon as you got her in the car, she was out like a light. Now all you had to do was get her into pajamas and put her to bed. As you tucked her in, you could already hear Beej calling in his invisible state. 

“Babydoll~ Told ya’ I was gonna be the best Santa ever. Come on, say my name. Say it so you can sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas~” His scratchy voice echoed from behind you. 

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. Thankfully your daughter was fast asleep so she wouldn’t hear anymore of Beej’s lewd humor for the night. You stroked her hair for a second before getting up to walk out of her room, making sure to leave a slight crack in the door. You weren’t free from Beej’s voice as you put some things away and tidied up your living room. He was practically begging for you to say his name. Sure, you were being petty but he put you through hell tonight. A little payback never hurt anyone. Especially when you knew it helped fuel a little feral anger him. Angry Beej was your favorite Beej. 

After about 30 minutes, you could feel the air in the room growing a little warm. You smiled to yourself, finally feeling as though you’d tortured him enough. You whispered his name slowly and sensual as you possibly could. As soon as you finished with the last syllable, you didn’t have time to swat away the thick green smoke surrounding your face before you felt his arms wrap around your waist. His nose was practically touching yours and you noticed the mischievous grin on his face.  It didn’t surprise you that he still had on the Santa costume and soon you felt him pepper quick kisses on your neck. 

“So tell me little girl, have you been naughty or nice this year?” He asked in between kisses. You let out a light giggle as the hairs on his beard tickles your neck. 

“Aren’t you supposed to know that already, Santa?” You asked with added sarcasm on the name. He ignored you as he started nipping at your neck. “Anyway,” You stopped him by grabbing his cheeks with your hands. The way his face looked squished between your hands was too adorable for you to handle. 

“Even though you were giving me anxiety all night, I still wanna say thank you for doing me this favor. It really means a lot.” With your words, you used one thumb to gently rub against his cheek. He didn’t even try to hide the goofy smile that filled his face. The only thing missing from his costume was the Santa hat so you could see the baby pink color that started to creep up strands of his hair.  

“Aw, don’t sweat it, doll. You know I’d do anything for you and the kid.” He said so nonchalantly. It wasn’t until you gave him a fond smile that he realized what he said. It was rare for Beetlejuice to be anything less than crass. Whenever he showed moments of sincerity, it made your heart feel warm. His hair only got pinker as you looked at him with hearts in your eyes. 

“I still want to show my appreciation. Seriously, what can I do to say thanks?” You asked, already knowing the type of answer he’d give. You watched as he acted like he was thinking for a moment. Just as his lip twisted back until an evil smirk, you felt one of his cold hands make his way down to your ass and give a gentle squeeze. 

“Wellllll, how about a kiss under the mistletoe, babes?” He leaned in closer to your face. 

You assumed he would’ve made one appear over you because you didn’t have one hanging anywhere in your apartment. A small puff of green smoke appeared in front of you but when you looked above, there wasn’t mistletoe to be found. Beej still had the arrogant smirk on his face as he watched you look around in confusion. After a second, it finally hit you. You made the mistake of looking down to see said mistletoe resting on the belt above his crotch. When you looked back at him, he wiggled his eyebrows. The annoyed sigh you let out could’ve been heard throughout the whole building. God, this guy was such a dumbass. 

“Well? You gonna thank me or what?” The demon man asked, giving your ass a harder squeeze. You ignored his question and reached down. He seemed to get excited, but you disregarded his expectations that when you plucked the mistletoe off of his belt and held it above your heads. 

“Don’t get too cocky, dweeb.” You saw that he was about to protest but you pushed your lips against his before he could. 

Kissing Beetlejuice was nothing new but somehow this was a little different. You just remembered how sweet he was to your daughter and the interactions they’ve had. You thought about how you loved seeing them together. You thought about how much you loved the three of you being together like a family, like the family you’ve secretly wanted for so long. You put all of those thoughts into the kiss. All the love you had for Beetlejuice, you put into your kiss. 

He was a little flustered at first, but eventually got in sync with you. He could tell you were putting your all into the kiss and was determined to do the same. You dropped the mistletoe to the floor and wrapped your arms around the man’s neck, pulling your bodies closer together. Beej let out a small grunt as you let your tongue slip it’s way into his mouth. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into with that. Not long after did Beetlejuice shove his own freakishly large tongue until your mouth, and later down your throat. You tried your hardest not to let out a loud moan once you felt the wetness fill up your mouth, but you knew that’s exactly what Beej wanted to hear. 

Even though you wanted to go longer, it would’ve been easier to finish what you started in the bedroom. Your daughter never caught you and Beej in the act, thank God, but there have been times where it was a close call. You hesitantly pulled away from the demon man, and it took a second for his tongue to leave from your throat. You gasped for air as your hands rested on his chest. You could see the ready-to-go feral look on his face as he rested his forehead on yours. 

“Was that a good enough thank you?” You asked, letting out a slight laugh. Beetlejuice let out a heartier laugh as his golden eyes glowed bright like stars. 

“I think I could use a little more convincing.” His scratchy voice echoed through your ears as he leaned down to wrap his arms around your thighs. You didn’t have a second to think as he lifted your body off of the ground and threw you over his shoulder with ease; one hand rested on your thigh and the other held a tight grip on your ass. You tried not to laugh too loudly as he carried your to your bedroom, ending the night in hours and hours of lovemaking. 

With being so wrapped up in each other, you didn’t see your daughter peeking from around the hallway corner. Even though you thought she was fast asleep, Beetlejuice’s presence had woken her up while she tucked you in. She snuck out to watch in both joy and disgust as you two basically made out in the living room. She was glad to see you happy but it was still gross to see her parental figures kissing at all. With Beetlejuice still being in his Santa costume, she was able to put two and two together. She didn’t necessarily stop believing in Santa but she was glad Beetlejuice played the part for her. 

The young girl scurried her way back into her room and gently closed the door so you two wouldn’t hear. Boy, was she gonna have a story to tell her fellow Girl Scouts.

Thank you guys so much for reading! See you guys in the New Year!💚💜🖤 🎉

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 4/16/2021

Good news, I have finished my Wacky AU drabbles. If you missed any, they are archived as Chapters 33-41 of Squad Six is Jerks, my short fiction dumping ground, which you can read on ao3 or ff.net, as you please. I did archive one of them, Dear Wormwood, separately because it was especially close to my heart (ao3 | ff.net). Thank you to everyone who sent in requests! I probably should have accepted 6 instead of 10, but I did finish them all without too much trouble. My definition of what constitutes a drabble keeps getting progressively worse, with the X-Files AU coming in the worst offender at 5500 words.

This was probably a good exercise for me in the sense that it helped me realize that I’m really tired of the cycle of write/post/anxiously wait for feedback/repeat, and that I really need to get back into my older style of writing where I just worked on whatever I felt like and assumed it would eventually condense into something publishable. I did take a few little breaks amid the drabbles and I am extremely excited to report that I have written 1 and a half scenes of the Ginrei fic that’s been giving me heartburn for a year now.

I keep saying that I’m going to rewrite most of I have, because I’m not happy with it, and I have decided I am not gonna. Maybe it’ll just be bad. Maybe I’ll hate it. Maybe I’ll come around on it, we’ll have to see. I hated Call Me Back for most of the time I was working on it, and then it just sort of came together at the end and now I love it. In any case, there are a few things I need to happen in this fic so we can move onto the next one, so it’s just gonna happen, and you’re just going to have to deal with the tennis subplot.

My plan is to bop back and forth between that and a little love and...uh...whatever else I feel like. (Tattoo Artist AU? Maybe??) I’ll probably keep up my general method of posting chapters of a little in love every time I have 2 or 3 queued up, but I think I’m going to go back to my old method of sitting on my fic until it’s all the way done. I am going to try to do these updates ~once per week and let you know what I’ve been working on.

If you follow my art blog, you’ll know that I’ve been doing a guided study of how to draw people. It’s been going well, but honestly, I am getting really tired of it, although I still have a week’s worth of assignments left to go. I’ve gotten a couple of art requests lately that are related to character design, which is something that a) I am not good at and b) it’s not a thing that really interests me. It seems like most artists really enjoy coming up with OCs and I... don’t? It always seems like something people do mostly for themselves, and it holds no interest for me, so I’ve just never bothered, but on the hand, it seems like a good set of skills to have, so I’m gonna Go For It, we’ll see how it goes. Please keep in mind that I am not cool and I have no aesthetic. All my OCs are Terry Pratchett-style uncool weirdos, so keep your expectations low.

Did you see my Advance Team Art? I was very proud of it until one hour after I posted it and realized I forgot to draw Chad’s tattoo and enough people had already reblogged it that I couldn’t fix it. I am sorry, Chad. I promise I will do better next time. I also drew Chad for his birthday. I wasn’t really happy with how it came out, but then it got way more likes than I expected, so there’s no accounting for my taste.

Askbox is open for the moment because I’ve been doing a writing commentary meme that I’m really enjoying. I’ve done a few already, but this one is a lot of fun, so please feel free to send in stuff thru the weekend. Mostly, I’ve been getting bits from Call Me Back, but I would love it if someone sent in something from my weirder writing.

[softbiker]

Born to Run - Chapter 8

Warnings: some bad words

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: I love how I queued this and then tumblr literally didn’t post it :))))) anyways, the slow burn continues; bad people are up to stuff, good people are up to stuff. As always, let me know what you think! 

He leaned on his motorcycle, a butterfly knife twirling between his twitchy fingers. He waited there, watching a few cars pass by on the highway, but there weren’t many at this time of the afternoon. Sweat started to pool in his worn leather boots, but he’d be damned if he complained. He’s seen hotter, been through worse. His other hand dug through the stash in his pocket, and he popped a piece of sugary pink gum into his mouth, crumpling the wrapper and letting it fall to the ground.

Gravel crunched behind him as his lieutenant approached. Rumlow didn’t turn, merely flicked his wrist over and folded the knife, waiting for the other man to speak.

“They’ve moved her into the clubhouse,” Ward said, hair greased back and oily in the sunlight. “Guess she didn’t listen.”

“No,” Rumlow shook his head with a smack of his bubblegum. “Guess she didn’t.”

He stayed quiet for a moment, the only sounds between them were his mouth on the gum and the cicadas humming in the late September heat. A couple more cars passed by, but their old gas station hangout was the last thing anyone wants to look at too closely; the road turned away from them and so did everyone's eyes. Grant Ward was sweating now, too, but he didn’t dare interrupt Rumlow while he was thinking. His mother used to say he didn’t have any brains, but he’s got enough to value his own neck and shut the hell up.

“It’s Barnes that wants her,” Rumlow finally spoke up, spitting his gum on the ground and trading it out for a peppermint. That wrapper followed the other, littering the gravel. “Rogers, Wilson - the rest of ‘em would’ve left her alone. But he wants her. Probably fucks her.”

Ward cracked a little smile at that. He was a red-blooded man, and he’d seen that doctor chick. Couldn’t blame Barnes for taking an opportunity.

“You think she’s our ticket, boss?”

“I know she is.” The peppermint cracked between Rumlow’s molars. “They just added a weak link to their chain. We tug on it and Barnes’ll come running.” He stood up from his perch against the seat of his bike, tilting his head to one side until his neck cracked. Ward shifted his feet on the gravel to put an extra few inches of space between them. He glanced at their bikes.

“We movin’ now?”

“Not yet.” Rumlow straddled his bike and spared Ward one last look. “Call the boys. We’re havin’ church.”

**********

“This’ll be your room,” Natasha leaned a hip against the door, allowing Y/N to walk in first. “Not exactly 5 star, but it’s better than being homeless.”

“Hey, beggars can’t be choosers.” Y/N dropped her duffel bag on the bed and sighed, tilting her head back to look at Nat. “Seriously. Thank you for doing this.”

“You don’t need to thank us.” Nat was shaking her head already. “We put you in this mess. It’s the least we could do.”

“Still. It means a lot.”

After spending one more night at Bucky’s place, Y/N had gathered what was left of her (undamaged) belongings and thrown it all in the back seat of her car once more, following Bucky and Nat on their bikes as they lead her out of town towards the clubhouse. The radio faintly picked up a gospel station but she shut it off. Too much on her mind.

She couldn’t stop thinking about the warning, literal writing on the wall. “Leave while you can.” The threat was clear - at some point, they wouldn’t let her go, whoever “they” were. She’d be dead. The implication chilled her more than the break-in itself; this wasn’t a random, opportunistic home robbery. Someone followed her, found her, targeted her. And while the Avengers were doing their best to help her out, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it truly was their fault.

But you signed up for this, she told herself. Didn’t you ask for it?

A knock on the door frame, and Steve Rogers poked his head around the corner, his soft blond hair sticking out at odd angles from his helmet. He met her eyes with a small smile.

“Hey. You getting settled?” he asked, shuffling his very large body to fit in the doorway next to Natasha.

“Mhm. Nat is helping.”

“Good - that’s good,” Steve nodded, hooking his thumbs in his pockets, a little awkward. He had the telltale posture of a person who has something to say, but doesn’t know how to say it. Natasha noticed this, too, turning herself to face him fully.

“Spit it out, Rogers, I know that look.” She crossed her arms. He blew a defeated breath past his lips.

“Listen, I wanna start by saying that I don’t like this anymore than you do, okay?” he held up his hands, looking between the two of them. “But...I’ve been talking with Bucky, and we both feel that it would be good if - if you didn’t really go out alone for a while.”

A beat.

“Excuse me?”

“Clearly you’re in danger, we all saw the damage at your house. The person - people - who did this are not going to just leave you alone. So...we were thinking that you should have someone, one of us, taking you to work or to the store or wherever you need to go.”

He finished his little speech with an apologetic lift of his eyebrows, knowing that it would not be received the way it was intended. At the look on Y/N’s face, he tensed his shoulders, bracing himself for the blow.

“Are you out of your mind?” She was looking at him like he had just sprouted a second head. “It’s one thing to suggest moving in here, but a bodyguard? A literal bodyguard? No way. Not happening.”

Scared as she was, alone as she felt, her independence bristled at the thought of having her privacy invaded, her competence questioned. Did they really think she couldn’t take care of herself? She lived on a college campus, and then in the city for med school - she’d fended off her fair share of creeps, and all by herself.

“I knew you wouldn’t go for it…” Steve sighed, but set his jaw, not backing down. “But this isn’t really a request.”

���Are you - are you fucking joking right now?” Oh she was really gonna lose it. “Look, you may be the president or captain or whatever around here, but I’m not a part of your stupid gang. You don’t get to give me orders.”

He blinked, a stunned look on his face as if he were seeing her for the first time. Natasha was smirking, giving him that knowing look that he honestly hated - she remembered, just like Steve did, the first time he heard those words. The woman who said them. The tension in his shoulders relaxed just a little.

“I’m not trying to. I swear,” he placated. Drawing in a deep breath, he glanced at Natasha, who was no help at all today, then settled his gaze back on their guest. “Look. How about a compromise. Give it two weeks, two weeks of being escorted by someone from the Avengers, just until we get these people or things calm down. Sound reasonable?”

She hesitated. Honestly? No, not reasonable. But in the name of safety...and she did wonder, her mind turning back to the train of thought she had followed in the car. Whoever it was, they might not be fooled by her moving across town. They might even still be following her, know that she was here…

“Fine,” she huffed, crossing her arms. “Two weeks. But I still don’t like it.”

**********

“I’m sorry, remind me why we’re doing this?”

“You agreed to let one of us take you to and from work. This is the easiest way.”

“...you could just follow me on the bike. Or ride in my car.”

Bucky sighed heavily, slumping against the handlebars of his motorcycle.

“What’s the big deal? I thought you liked riding?” he shrugged. “Besides, riding together saves gas, and it’s better for the planet.”

She lowered her brows at him, clearly not impressed with his argument.

“Look. It’s not the bike I have a problem with, okay?” She rubbed her temples. “If I show up to work on the back of your bike, people might - they’ll think…”

Bucky raised his eyebrows. “People are gonna think what they wanna think, doll,” he shook his head. “But not a damn bit of that matters unless you think it does.”

She pursed her lips, fingers fiddling with the zipper on her jacket. Enough people associated her with the gang already that her home had been invaded and vandalized. And the rest had their whispered suspicions, shared at church ice cream socials and book clubs.

Without a word, she took the helmet he offered and swung her leg around to sit behind him. At least this commute would be more fun.

**********

“So...Bucky Barnes, huh?”

“Yeah - what’s he like? He as mean as he looks?”

“Well, he’s gotta be something other than mean for her to want to date him-”

“Woah, woah slow down,” Y/N put her hand up, interrupting the flow of the nurses’ conversation. “I am not dating him. We’re not dating.”

“Uh huh, sure.” Charlotte raised her eyebrows. “And that’s why he’s following you around like a guard dog, driving you places, holding open doors…”

“Never leaving your side.” Stacey added.

“Waiting for you after work.” KC, the newest nurse, nodded towards the front door of the clinic, where the man in question could be seen leaning against his bike, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

Y/N sighed. After a week of Bucky’s protective detail, the whole town had their eyes on her. Whispers between grocery aisles and PTA meetings and over coffee at Mel’s Diner - everyone had seen her with him, on that motorcycle of his all the time, and hadn’t she seemed too smart to fall in with a guy like that? Of course, it all made sense now, what had happened over there at the Van Horn house - somebody in that gang wanted her gone, but she was too in love with Barnes to listen to her good sense and skip town. She’d heard it all; complete strangers took it upon themselves to warn her, to scold her even, for hopping into bed with a dangerous man. All of it regardless of the truth, which was that he was more of a bodyguard than anything else.

“I know you all think that there’s something going on between us,” she said slowly. “But Bucky and I are just friends. That’s all.”

The nurses had finally cornered her after several days of watching Bucky peel into the parking lot and produce their wind-swept doctor, and then seeing him reappear at lunch and in the evenings to steal her away on the back of his bike. She knew they made quite the picture, and she sure as hell knew about his reputation - she had just hoped that no one would actually say anything to her face. It was too hard to explain, even without her hesitation to reveal Avengers business.

Her words did little, if anything, to satisfy them. On the face of it, they were worried for her. The town knew nothing about Barnes other than his reputation, which was more leather than golden. When Y/N started making appearances with him, her own character came into question, with everyone but her friends at the clinic. She protested again and again that he wasn’t what the town said, that he was a good, kind person, and over time she wore them down a little - but after that it was worse. Satisfied that she wasn’t in mortal danger, the girls revealed their deep curiosity about the mysterious “bad boy” that had become her personal driver. They giggled and whispered as though they were at a sixth grade slumber party, not a medical clinic.

Charlotte crossed her arms with a smug smile, watching Y/N squirm under their questions. Maybe she just wasn’t ready to admit it to herself.

“Well, I think your friend-,” she put air quotes around the word. “- is ready to go.”

Y/N looked out the door again to see Bucky straddling his bike now, his face turned towards the door as if he could actually see her through it. The sunglasses on his face were bright and reflective in the golden hour sun.

“Alright then. Have a good night ladies.”

“Oh I’m sure yours will be better.” KC wiggled her eyebrows.

Bucky watched her approach him with a smile around his cigarette - a smile that dropped in surprise when she snatched the thing from his mouth and threw it to the ground.

“What have I told you about smoking here?”

“I’m still outside, you know.”

“Yes, but plenty of patients have trouble breathing - you could manage to not have a cigarette while you’re waiting for me to get off work.”

His grin was playful, sweet.

“Yes, ma’am.”

15 minutes later, on their drive home, he shot straight past the clubhouse without even slowing down. Lulled into the familiar trance of holding him on the back of his bike, she almost didn’t notice - when she realized what he’d done, she squeezed his waist and leaned up to yell in his ear.

“Where are you going? The clubhouse is back there!”

“You’ll see, doll!”

He stuck to the highway for a few more miles, before branching off on a smaller road through the hills. They sped past pastures and creeks and herds of cows lazing under trees, all of it still green and soft though October had managed to sneak up on them somehow. A few houses dotted the hillside here and there, with large barns to hold their animals, but other than that they saw no sign of civilization, or of people who would stare.

He turned off again onto a small country lane, following old signs that read “Old Man’s Lake Park” until they reached a gravel lot that served for parking. With a sly grin, he watched her pull off her helmet and tugged her along a worn footpath through the park, never letting go of her hand.

“I thought you might like it out here - a change of pace from going back and forth to the clubhouse and work and the grocery store.” He looked over his shoulder, and she could see his confidence fade a little, a hopeful look in his eyes tempered with an ounce of doubt.

The lake sprawled out over a hundred yards, its surface calm and glassy, cut only by a family of ducks near the shoreline. Trees dug their roots in along the bank, their branches curving down to brush the top of the water, with a couple of ropes tied to the stronger ones so that people could jump in. As the sun fell closer to the horizon, the whole scene was lit in amber and gold, the soft hum of cicadas filling the air around them.

“This...Bucky-” She looked up to find him already looking at her. “This place is beautiful.”

He smiled, a little bashful as he glanced down at his boots.

“I know people have been givin’ you a hard time...and I know it’s mostly my fault,” He sighed. “But all the way out here, there’s nobody watching. You can just...be yourself, you know?”

He was staring across the lake, the light from the water reflecting in his crystal blue eyes. She took a deep breath, shoulders relaxing.

“Yeah, I know.”

**********

“You seriously did that on a dare? I can’t believe you.”

“Well I had to otherwise Steve was gonna do it! You didn’t know him back then, he would’ve caught pneumonia and died!”

“Oh, so you went skinny dipping in a frozen lake for selfless reasons, that makes it completely different.” She rolled her eyes, unable to hold down her smile. “I’m sure your mother was very proud.”

“She was, when she figured out I was saving a life,” Bucky quipped back, eyebrows raised.

“Saving a life by almost dying - you pretty much broke even on that one.”

“Yeah, well. I was 15, I had more muscles than brains back then.”

She just scoffs, rolling her eyes again.

**********

“You know, I never really saw a lot of stars until I was deployed.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Grew up in the city - too much light pollution.”

“Me too, actually.” She laid back on her elbows. “I barely know any of the constellations, except for the Big Dipper.”

“Seriously?” When she nodded, he laid down on his back, gesturing with his hand for her to do the same. “Okay, class is in session.” He pointed towards the sky above, a little to her right. “You see that group right there, with the three stars right in a row?”

Tracing her eyes along the tattoos on his forearm, she turned her gaze upwards to where he was pointing.

“Yeah, I see it.”

“That’s Orion’s belt.” He leaned a little closer, letting her eyes follow the shape that his finger was making. “Then you can follow it up here and here...and that’s the whole constellation of Orion - he’s called the Hunter, and you can kinda see there how he’s supposed to be holding a bow.”

“Oh, wait I do see it!” She turned to him, beaming. “That’s so cool!”

He was already smiling at her, his eyes flitting over her face.

“Alright - next up, Pegasus.”

**********

“Why did you really come out here?”

They had scooted closer to each other as night fell and the temperature with it. Y/N was sitting with her knees drawn up, Bucky’s jacket around her shoulders.

“I mean, I know you went with the rural practice program,” he went on. “But...I just can’t believe you didn’t have another option to pay for med school.”

She shrugged.

“Well, I could’ve gone into the military, but I’m not exactly thrilled with our current commander-in-chief,” she sighed. “And then...I don’t know, I guess. I didn’t want the stress of having to pay off my tuition by myself. So I took this.”

He nodded, silent for a few moments.

“Do you regret it?”

She didn’t answer, not for a long time - she just stared at the toes of her sneakers and pulled at the grass. When she did speak, her voice was small, barely above a whisper.

“Do you ever feel alone, Bucky?”

She could feel him looking at her, but didn’t turn.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do sometimes.”

“I’ve...I’ve never been this alone in my life.” She shook her head and took a deep breath. “I don’t know if I regret this, but I feel-I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing. Like I’m lost. And no one can tell me if I’m going the right way or not.”

He didn’t say anything to that, but covered her hand with his. The sky had been dark for a long time, the stars glittering overhead and echoing back on the surface of the lake. She wasn’t sure what time it was, but neither of them had made a move to leave.

“I...know a little of how you feel,” he said, his voice low. “And I don’t think anyone can really tell you which way to go.” He squeezed her fingers, his palm covering hers. “But you’re strong, and crazy smart, and you can figure this out. And…” he sighed heavily. “You don’t have to be...alone.”

She stared at him, just able to make out the soft blue of his eyes in the dark. Something stretched between them, unbreakable in the moonlight. She couldn’t look away. On the grass between them, he threaded his fingers with hers and whispered.

“You’re not alone.”

[beedaleebjd]

Hmmm. Feels like I disappeared from blogging for a hot minute... been navigating a very annoying headspace lately and playing a whole lot of ACNH. But on the bright side, I have quite a backlog of unedited photos, uncatalogued projects, and un-captioned posts all in the works. Gonna try to roll up my sleeves and get a queue together, because if it gets bottle-necked over here then I totally don’t post anything on Instagram, ugh. 😅

So current goings-on... My partner placed an order for their first bjd body for their birthday! A Model Delf boy body (the really buff one...😍) That we’re gonna hybrid with a Souldoll Joelle.D head, whenever I can acquire one. (It’ll either be 2nd hand or I will try to when I order the Juno body down the line... Hopefully they’ll let me put a boy head on a girl body....) 

At the same time, @dolliesanddelights​​ got a Tiny they’ve been long wishing for, and I bit the bullet and ordered a Tan Tiny20 Elf Myltyl. 😖💦 I’ve had her on my wishlist for a few years (Before I found my Tinies, even) but I was feeling nervous because I still don’t have a perfectly clear idea for who she’s supposed to be... But this worked out alright with Cecilia, so I’m going to take it slow and let her tell me.

What else... @dolliesanddelights​​ let me go on a Alice’s Collections clothing spree for my birthday last month! 💕💕 99% of it ended up being for Void-Hime because she was severely lacking some staple pieces and BOY she is hot stuff now. I need to take a proper photoshoot and fashion-show of all the things I got.... 😍

I’ve been doing a decent amount of sewing and crafting, I’m working on a V1 yarn wig for several characters (Cece, Mana, Nova, Chase) but I think I need to focus on them one at a time- I forgot how absolutely grueling making yarn wigs is. Uuuugh lmao.... It’s so much more enjoyable on DZ Ivy and Obitsu sized heads. /o/ But I’ll keep at it.

The CandyKitten eyes I was agonizing about arrived a bit ago, and they indeed did not fit. I’ve recovered (I GUESS) from my glaring oversight and I will order another pair- because aside from that issue, they are SO PRETTY and high quality and match her color scheme perfectly.

I have to wait until her etsy reopens though because of quarantine, aaaaaa. It’s alright, I need to save some money anyway. She’ll wear the oversized pair in the meantime. T//v//T

Some smaller updates, I have drafts in the works for some other little packages/doll things I’ve acquired over the months, doll faceups I’ve been working on and/or finished, other mishaps/adventures, some sorting/cleaning of my craft stuff that I love to document... and the like. Been interested in learning embroidery to add some stitched flourishes to my dresses, so when I get the nerve I’ll post that journey too.

Also also also, I’m officially putting Doll in Mind Aria on my wishlist. (Right after I more or less emptied it out, ahahaha...) 💦 Of course it’s after that massive DiM group order passed, because I am a wreck and talked myself out of it until it was too late and now I regret it. 😤 I’ve also been following some one-man-band bjd artisans on instagram and that was a very bad idea because now I am a little tempted to wishlist a few, oof....

I guess that’s enough of an update. I should spend time actually queuing all this stuff now and not just talk about doing it!

[nikatyler]

Today has been frustrating. That’s all I’m going to say. Well, it started off nicely, I did something I was proud of. Then it went kinda downhill. I’m probably going to make it even worse as soon as I post this...there’s this thing I’ve been thinking about for the past few days. Considering I’m soooo good at communication and expressing my feelings, it’s going to end up great, you can bet.

Sarcasm aside, let’s talk about my legacies: 

I just queued the rest of part one of Gen 6! It’ll run for like 40 more days though.

After that, I’ll finally post the first generation of my BPR, almost a year after starting it. I know what you’re thinking, I’ve been posting TS3 for months, I should switch back to TS4 now, it would be fair, and yes, I thought about that too. But I kinda really want to get rid of the BPR. Gen 1 is finished and I don’t want to keep it to myself anymore.

As for gen 3 of NSB, I haven’t been playing it too much recently. I’ll play it a lot in June though, I hope. As soon as the exam chaos is over.

I’ve also made some decisions about Roses, but I’ll talk about these later. There’s still a high chance I’ll change my mind.

Besides, when do I not make decisions about Roses? They’re on my mind way too often. It can’t be healthy.

Update: I’m still not done with my replies but I just got a message from my teacher, saying that I did well on the English writing exam! I don’t know the exact grade but yay me. I mean, I knew I was going to do well on this one, but finally seeing I passed feels much nicer than “oh yeah, I’m confident about my English, there’s no way I can fail”. The way this exam system works...I was worried it wouldn’t scan properly or some crap. In the past, people had problems with that.

Update 2: Still writing the replies but I just found out that apparently I got 100% on the exam. Holyyyyy crap.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Courtney: I really married this idiot. I’m stuck with him forever. Oh...”

Don't worry it could be worse. It could be Ross for example (sorry, not sorry��)

Ooooooh. Yeah I mean, what Felix does is kinda natural, what Ross does (or used to do)...is just wrong.

sparkiemonkey replied to your photo “I have three weeks to learn everything for my last exams. Am I dying...”

Good luck with your exams. You can do it.

Thank youu! I hope so. I feel like I still remember nothing from the notes, but at the same time, when I read some of them, I’m like “duh, I’ve heard this a million times, of course I know what it is!”

desira-sims replied to your photo “I have three weeks to learn everything for my last exams. Am I dying...”

If it makes you feel better, I’m constantly rethinking how I should have posted my story too. I think it’s why I’m enjoying doing these mini photo shoots for Gen 2. It’s glimpses into their life that I didn’t fully express in my story.

I feel like everyone does this, they get great ideas when it’s too late to change it. Some people are just better at moving on, I guess. Not that I want to move on from gen 4, nope.

justkeeponsimming replied to your photoset “Let’s see what we have down here…”

The lighting in this shot is gorgeous!

It is! Isla Paradiso underwater is amazing. I wish there were more diving spots though.

deathflowertea replied to your photoset “It’s getting dark so fast. This should be a quick dive, or else…well,...”

this is how midnight sun challenges start...

Imagine if I did that. I love this idea.

dreamsongsims replied to your photoset “Houston we have a problem I forgot Isla Paradiso is a glitchy mess”

Yes. Yes it is. All that work to get to a dive spot and BOOM! Right back to shore.

It’s frustrating that it’ll most likely never get fixed :/

astraeanevermore replied to your photo “10 Day Self Sim CAS Challenge: You At Another Age Kind of based on an...”

I also got an ugly haircut with ugly blonde streaks when I was 15 :’D guess that’s a 15 years old thing? XD Anyway, love the pic! *O*

It might be?? And it wasn’t even a good blonde. In many photos, it just looks yellow, sometimes even a little green. But hey, I learned from my mistakes, now I’m never going blonde :D

And thank youu! ♥

justkeeponsimming replied to your photoset “I love this…wait, it seriously take me a whole day to get here?!”...”

most adorable screenshots ever! her expression is so cute!

She makes the best faces, I love her ♥

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “I was going to make a comment about her work outfit, saying the...”

The alien powers from Miracle are resurfacing lol

I mean, DNA is weird, sooo... 👀

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Me during the first part of Game of Thrones Season 8 Episode 4 vs me...”

Haha a BIG mood

Biggest mood

I thought episode 4 fucked me up...but then episode 5 came and...let’s just say ep 4 was alright compared to this.

twistedsim replied to your post “Well that was an amazing surprise! ������”

Shit! I just now saw the score. XD Damn, you whooped Sweden's ass!

Usually it’s the other way around :D Yeah, it was great to watch. I was expecting to be disappointed but not surprised, but actually...if I’m not mistaken, that’s our best score with Sweden ever. And then with Norway, we did great too...too bad we lost with Russia today. There were so many chances and not a single goal...but oh well, it’s just one game. It doesn’t mean anything. I hope.

flowerhoneysims replied to your photoset “I was just kidding I don’t actually want her to die jkahdkfahdflg”

My diver died because of a shark ;-;

Oh nooo ;-;

create-a-sim replied to your photoset “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck was that a shark?? A SHARK??? I’m gonna die I’m...”

Ohhh :(

This was actually a funny moment. I thought “Awesome, her mother died in a fire, she’s going to be eaten by shark and who’s there to save their ass with a ‘quit without saving’ button? Me again! Maybe they’re telling me I should stop playing this legacy.”

But then she wasn’t actually killed by a shark. Phew.

desira-sims replied to your photo “10 Day Self Sim CAS Challenge: Date Night Bold of you to assume I’ve...”

I love this dress. ��

Me too! And I never use it for some reason. I wish I had something like this irl.

desira-sims replied to your post “So…I took a break from studying to watch the latest episode of Game of...”

I haven't watched this season yet. �� I keep saying I'm gonna sit down and binge it, but haven't done it. Maybe I'll do that Wednesday.

Oooh, I’m not sure if I would be able to binge watch it. Every episode left me feeling overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions, doesn’t matter if they were negative or positive. Actually, I don’t think this season is as bad as so many people online say...it’s not perfect but nothing is. 🤷‍♀️

Then again, speaking of binge watching, I was able to watch the previous seven seasons in less than a month last year, so maybe it is possible.

plumbobhart replied to your post “So…I took a break from studying to watch the latest episode of Game of...”

I hated it sooo... yay? D:

I’m not sure how I felt about it. Like I’ve said already in this post, today has been frustrating and this episode contributed to that. There were some things that bothered me, some decisions that bothered me, oh and there was a great example of character development going to hell (that really disappointed me tbh), but overall...idk, I guess I still kinda enjoyed it - I mean, as much as one can enjoy this tv show. It was brutal.

I’m not going to talk about it all in depth though, I could spend whole evening with that and I don’t want that haha :D

[gaytog]

Some updates on my life, for interested parties:

Yesterday I kissed @argentconflagration goodbye at the airport. We’ve been living together for more than eight months now. It’s been wonderful, really and truly wonderful, and I’m really sad that our relationship is going to go back to long-distance for (probably) two years. But I’m also really happy, because they landed a high-paying job in their field!

Now that I’m alone in this apartment, I’ve gotta like... go make friends. Meet up with people. If I stay here by myself all the time my mental health is probably going to take a nosedive.

I’m back in school part-time taking two classes working toward an English degree. I’m enjoying both the classes so far: one is about labor organizing, the other is a basic English 102 course taught by a communist. I really do think I want to be a fiction editor, so I’m trying to make the connections that will allow that to happen, since at the moment I have zero formal experience editing.

I have discovered the therapeutic and rejuvenating power of cleaning. Doing the dishes especially has been an amazingly helpful tool for keeping my life in order. It’s not just that cleaning puts me into a productive mindset which allows me to do other things--cleaning is, in and of itself, rewarding. One day I actually went to bed with a big fucking grin on my face for the sole reason that I’d spent the entire evening doing chores and cleaning stains off the kitchen floor. (Come to think of it, I wonder if I’d enjoy picking up trash around my neighborhood...)

I’ve been playing less Magic in the last few weeks than I normally do. I think this is a direct result of spending more time cleaning, plus some coincidences that have kept me away from weekly events at my local game store. I don’t feel particularly bad about this. I do still want Magic to be part of my life, but a smaller part: I don’t think it needs to be all-consuming.

Likewise, Tumblr hasn’t been as all-consuming lately as it can be, and I’m happy. A few months ago I wrote that I was thinking of quitting Tumblr. I believe I’ve identified the core problems and have mostly addressed them. I still check my activity more often than I’d like, but overall my relationship with the site is more fulfilling than it used to be.

The biggest problem is that when I’m not careful, Tumblr tends to be the default thing I do whenever I open up my computer, to the detriment of other things. As it happens, the solution has not been trying to spend less time on Tumblr. I’ve simply started to do other things--like coursework, cleaning, or reading for pleasure--more. I’m also no longer using a queue, so I don’t feel the need to log on every night and double-check the queued posts.

Writing Undertale meta has been a lot of fun. Generally, writing about my interests as the fancy strikes me continues to be a lot of fun. I am still entertaining the idea of creating a Wordpress or three to revise and cross-post some of my stuff. I think I’m done with UT for now, even though the post I originally set out to write (and from which the last three effortposts all emerged as I got sidetracked) still hasn’t been finished.

SO YEAH that’s me. Next time someone irl asks me how I’m doing I’m just gonna link them to this post.

[queer-anime-girls-blog]

Freezerburn Headcanons Pt.1

So I just went through @shaevira ‘s entire freezerburn tag like the creeper newbie I am (expect queued art posts for the next several days) and I saw she had asked for headcanons a while back, so -- despite my newness -- I’m gonna offer a couple of my suddenly overpowering wholesome fantasies preliminary thoughts on the matter! In the form of quick ficlet-type things!

#1- V3 Finale (a.k.a. Give Me This as a Flashback PLEASE)

Yang is sleeping on a makeshift bed. There are fresh bandages on what’s left of her dominant arm. Ruby is unconscious on the bed next to her. They’ve just landed safely in the city, and a flood of ashen, shaken passengers are beginning to disembark the airship.

Weiss is standing hesitantly in the doorway of the cramped compartment the sisters are being kept in. Her eyes are frightened and confused as she assesses Ruby’s apparently undamaged body. Weiss begins remembering standing at the base of the tower, seeing the blinding flash of silver light, hearing the dragon scream in agony. No one will tell her what it was, why it happened, how Ruby survived it, when she’ll wake up...

Weiss’s eyes move over to Yang’s body. Just then, Yang begins murmuring in her sleep, disturbed little noises, whispering “no please don’t hurt her” without waking. And then Yang’s left hand begins to shake on top of the sheets.

Weiss’s breath hitches with a barely-contained sob. A single tear leaks out and traces the prominent line of the scar beneath her eye, but she savagely wipes it away. She feels broken and useless. But she sucks in enough air to brace herself, and drops down on her knees next to Yang’s bed to gently shake her awake.

“Yang, wake up,” she whispers as Yang finally begins to stir. “You’re having a bad dream.”

Yang turns her head towards Weiss’s voice and opens her eyes, but the purple hue of them looks dull and cold.

“We’re living a bad dream,” Yang retorts flatly.

Weiss doesn’t know how to respond to that, and she hesitates awkwardly before continuing. “Well. The ship just landed. I wanted to say goodbye to both of you.”

Some feeling flickers back into Yang’s eyes. “Goodbye?”

“I’ve received word that my father has some employees waiting to intercept me in the city and take me to a safehouse. He’ll be arriving personally soon after that to escort me home.”

“... Oh.”

“... Yeah.”

“Well. Then, I guess I’ll, um. See you soon.”

“Perhaps. I mean, I certainly hope so, but...”

Weiss doesn’t finish that sentence. They both know how uncertain the world will be for a long time. After that, neither of them really know what to say, or how to look at each other, or whether to offer a comforting touch, so they don’t.

“Is Blake around?” Yang asks after a tense silence.

Something inside Weiss tightens unpleasantly. Of course Yang would care more about speaking to Blake than to her, even though this might be the last time they ever see each other. Of course.

“No. But I imagine she’s somewhere on board still, if you haven’t seen her yet. I tried to talk to her while someone was tending to her stomach wound, but... you know Blake. When she wants to shut you out, there’s no way in.”

Yang frowns darkly. “Yeah, I do know.”

“After she was done being bandaged she swept off somewhere. I didn’t try to follow, but I saw Sun run off after her. He’ll know where she went.” Weiss pauses and lets her gaze flicker miserably back to Ruby. “Did someone tell you when she might wake up?”

Yang turns to look at Ruby as well, and her voice goes softer. “Qrow said it might be a few days. But she’ll be fine. I promise.”

“That’s... such a relief. Thank you,” Weiss sighs. “But, um. Will you be fine?”

Their eyes meet again.

“Weiss,” Yang says, instead of answering. She almost manages a ghost of a smile as she adds, “I’ll miss you.”

Something that had been coiled up tight in Weiss’s chest without her realizing it suddenly loosens. “I’ll miss you too,” she breathes.

It still doesn’t feel like a good enough parting, somehow. Weiss’s hand twitches like it wants to reach out and touch -- but what? A shoulder? A cheek?

Before her hand can decide what it wants, two men in white suits appear to insistently guide her away.

#2- Yang’s Hair (a.k.a. Bring This Back as a Plot Point PLEASE)

Weiss knows exactly what Yang’s hair feels like now. Maybe that’s a strange thing to be fixating on when there’s so much else to think about, so many other things she has recently discovered about the world. But late at night, in the room she’s sharing with Yang, she watches surreptitiously as Yang brushes out her long, golden locks, and remembers how the silky waves felt under her desperately clinging fingers. How they smelled, so close to Yang’s neck, as Weiss buried her face in it. Like warm, honeyed porridge, and flowers, and fresh sweat...

And every time Weiss thinks about that -- confusingly -- her cheeks heat up, and she forces herself to focus on her own pre-sleep rituals.

Why does her mind keep returning her to the memory of that hug? It didn’t really last that much longer than the hug she shared with both Yang and Ruby soon afterwards. It wasn’t that much more intense or comforting. Was it?

Regardless, it was the first time she could remember feeling Yang’s hair. And maybe that sort of seemed like a big deal because Yang never let just anyone touch it.

“May I play with your hair?” she blurts without thinking, and is mortified before she’s even finished saying it.

“Why?” Yang asks, turning and raising surprised eyebrows. She sits her brush down on the bed beside her thigh. “Are you trying to convince me to change my style, or do you just... want to?”

Weiss forgets how to swallow like a normal human under Yang’s questioning, vaguely-amused gaze. She thinks about huffing or harrumphing, considers recovering her facade of dignity with a denial and a cutting remark. But, really, she’s so over putting on an act in front of Yang. Especially when they’re alone together. Especially now that she knows how good and safe if feels to let herself be soft and vulnerable with Yang...

“I just want to,” Weiss forces out, and it’s maybe the hardest thing she’s ever had to say for some reason. “... May I?”

Yang lets out a bark of delighted laughter, but quickly stifles it and glances at the closed door. Weiss is certain they’re both thinking the same thing in that moment: better not laugh too loudly, or Ruby will wake up, and she’ll probably want to come in here...

As soon as Weiss processes the thought, she feels hyper aware of the fact that neither of them seem to want their alone time interrupted, even by someone they’ve both missed a lot as well. That’s weird, isn’t it? She feels like she should feel weirder about it than she does.

“Go ahead, Weiss. Go wild,” Yang says softly, grinning broadly.

It takes a beat for Weiss to remember Yang is answering the question about her hair.

She hesitates, perched gracefully on the edge of her own bed with her ankles crossed and her hands knotted in her lap. But she smirks as she finds the knee-strength to stand. “Do you really want to give me that much license with it?”

“I trust you. I mean, your hair always looks all shiny and elegant, so...go for it.”

Yang shrugs, still grinning, and cocks her head to the side invitingly. Weiss wonders if Yang knows how unintentionally alluring she can be sometimes. Or most times, really. Practically always, to be totally honest.

... Oh gods.

Feeling a bit dazed and more than a bit apprehensive, Weiss moves determinedly to fit herself on the slice of mattress between Yang and the wall. The amount of their skin that brushes together as she slides into place is mildly alarming for reasons she is entirely unprepared to confront, so she shoves those feelings into a box in her mind labeled 'maybe panic about this later' and focuses all of her attention on the blonde cascade right in front of her face.

She begins gently, just stroking her fingers from root to tip in a slow, soothing rhythm. Yang sighs, like she’s pleased or relaxed or both, and Weiss gets bolder. Her fingers dig in deep -- to rub Yang’s scalp, or curl strands around experimentally, or to measure out sections for braids that will be quickly undone. All of it feels amazing to Weiss, and the longer she does it the more Yang tries to melt back into Weiss’s chest.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” Weiss chides, but she adjusts her arms so she can continue to comb through Yang’s hair without having a comfortable amount of space between them.

Yang snorts. “Sorry. I think I was entering a strange half-dream state.”

“A half-dream?”

“Yeah. I was imagining us sitting just like this on my bike. The rumble of the engine is kinda relaxing, too. I dunno. Weird association, I guess.”

“It’s not weird. I liked being on your bike. I felt... safe. With you. But... I suppose that wasn’t really because of the bike.”

“Yeah,” Yang replies, quiet and sweet.

They don’t say anything after that. It’s not long before Yang lies down on her side without a word. Weiss knows she doesn’t have to go back to her own bed if she doesn’t want to.

She decides -- with another quickly-compartmentalized wave of panic -- that what she really, really wants is to stay and keep stroking Yang’s hair until they both fall asleep.

So she does.

[vidderinserts]

Can I request something in which reader is pregnant with Jack's baby and goes into labour in the middle of a livestream so he ends it really quickly and gets bombarded with questions about reader and their baby on all his social media until he finally posts a picture to Instagramm and the community immediately falls in love with "Boss Baby Septiceye" (you can change the nickname, if you want, I just thought this one was cute)? Thanks in advance!

hey lovely! This was a really cute request and I hope I did it justice!

Warnings: cursing

You loved your fiancé, and you loved his voice. His impressions were amazing, he’d sing to you - not always the best but it made you laugh - and his giggle was worth every horrible pun you had to endure.

It was also why you were curled up as best you could in a cushioned dish chair off to the side of his recording room.

Jack was hosting a livestream, just a nice calm one since he had finished everything he wanted early. You knew his fans appreciated it, and knew that it was something he really liked doing. And you just liked listening to him talk, so you had pulled - Jack pulled - your favorite non - recliner into his space. Now you sat just a bit behind and to the side, occasionally sassing him.

“Yeah, she’s definitely gonna pop any day now.”

“Huh?” You looked up from your book, eyes tired from the long nights false contractions had been plaguing you with. Jack looked over at you and grinned.

“Someone asked when you were due.”

“Ooh… actually this little bab is late!” You sat up gingerly, not missing the concerned look your green bean aimed at you. “By like two weeks, this wee monster is late. Don’t get me wrong, I love having another human inside me-”

“That’s not a joke for you all to enjoy!”

“BUT it would be nice to finally have them in my arms. Part of me kinda regrets not finding out the gender but I’m just really excited to meet my little one.”

“Septiclighter - oooh imagine a lighter with Sam! - wants to know how we’d feel if the baby decides it’s not a boy or a girl.” Jack read out from the comments, and he leaned back to look up at you. “I mean, we’ve got plenty of trans friends and we love them all. I like to think I’d be able to switch over immediately to make them more comfortable.”

“Yeah, whatever they decide is fine by me.” You smiled. “Everyone is welcome here, and our home and hearts are no dif-”

Silence overcame you, and Jack slowly looked down at the floor. “Oh Jaysus.” He muttered, accented voice thick as he started scrambling. “Fuck, sorry sorry!” He started wrapping you in his Overwatch hoodie, babbling.

“Sean, chill, it’s okay-”

“I have to cut the stream guys! Her water just broke!” You smiled apologetically at the camera, even as anxiety started to worm into your mind. Would everything go alright? Would there be complications because of how late the baby was, or maybe because of something in your family history?

Had your mother had problems delivering you? Fuck, you couldn’t remember if she’d ever mentioned.

“Y/N, you with me?” You blinked furiously against the tears, looking up at Jack. He looked worried, a beanie shoved haphazardly on his head and your car keys in hand.

“You don’t have a license.”

“I’ll take that as a maybe.”

It took about sixteen hours. You hadn’t thought that labour could take so long, but you also didn’t think it would feel as quick as it did.

“Jaysus she’s beautiful…” was what you woke to the next day. Jack had been with you the whole time, talking you through everything while the doctors instructed you.

Now he was sitting bedside, holding the little bundle of blankets that held your baby girl. “Just like daddy.” You mumbled, reaching for the large water bottle on your side table. He jolted, looking surprised but immediately shoved the cup into your hands.

“Good morning love,” he whispered, pushing a strand of hair from your face while gently cradling your daughter to his chest.

“Morning sweetheart.”

“God you look beautiful right now.” You laughed at that, shaking your head. “It’s true,” he insisted.

You pushed a hand through your greasy hair and made a face. “I feel like McDonald’s.”

“Like… you want McDonald’s?”

“Like… I was dipped in their fryer.” He laughed lowly, watching as you sat up on weak arms. You were still exhausted, despite the fact that you’d been sleeping on and off for a while. “How’s your fandom?”

Jack shrugged, carefully pulling out his phone. “I’ve taken about a million pictures trying to decide which one to introduce little baby Searlait.”

“Mm.. I still love that name.” You watched as he took what was probably his hundredth selfie with the sweet sleeping bundle. “How ‘bout we wait till we get home?”

Wait you did. You settled back in at home, taking a few days where Jack uploaded queued videos instead of newer ones. Sleep was easier than you thought, Searlait being a relatively calm baby.

“That won’t last.” Jack had joked.

The official announcement came about two weeks later, on Instagram. Searlait was in your arms and you were in Jack’s lap. The baby was 'wearing’ the Overwatch hoodie you had worn the night she was born, and Jack’s old BOSS sunglasses were perched on her face precariously.

On October 15 we welcomed Boss Baby Septiceye to the family.

for the lovely @foxinaforestofstars

[meltwonu]

57. “Say it.”

84. “I’m gonna strangle you.”

            “Is that a promise?”

notes; racer/street-racing!au, dom!jihoon, frustrated!jihoon, ‼️ car accidents ‼️, a bit of arguing, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation, oral(fem receiving), fingering,, choking, jihoon being a tease as always! AAAAAND WE’RE BACK AAAHHH 🥺💕 I can’t believe my account took an extra long unplanned hiatus dkfjhskh I did take the time to just recharge which was good for me tho, I think! 😭💕💕💕 And now I’m ready to tackle drabbles and fics and prep for halloween~~ 😈 hehe also I do be thinkin about jihoon in a leather jacket sooo heh h0e hours are back yall! 🤣🤣 LMAO also this is a little long bc i got carried away oops 😗💕 As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 

Edit: NOT JIHOON POSTIN PICS ON WEVERSE AS I’M PROOFREADING THIS DKJHJKSH PLEASE SIR, I’M---I’M SORRY…. 😞🥲

Edit 2: this was in ref to Christmas In August GoSe!! from... last yr.... hahahah... ☠️

*queued post.

Jihoon curses as he shifts gears - car screeching as he drifts around the mountainside.

He’s almost to the end; a whopping $5000 waiting for him at the finish line. 

But more importantly, the bragging rights of finally being able to beat Jeonghan in a race.

“Fuck, fuck fuck…”

His eyes peer into the rearview mirror to see Jeonghan’s car only a breath away from his own; body going rigid when he realizes his turn was too wide and Jeonghan’s car ends up on the inner side of the road just as his car grazes Jihoon’s when they both drift the corner together.

Jeonghan has the upperhand as he zooms past the younger male’s car for the umpteenth time and Jihoon can’t help but feel the dread filling his body. 

“Goddamnit!” Jihoon’s fist bangs against the steering wheel as he does his best to pick his speed back up, but it’s too late as Jeonghan’s car zooms out of sight.

Regardless, he growls under his breath and shifts gears again - except this time, the unexpected slick on the mountain road has his breath stuttering when his car suddenly starts to hydroplane down the winding road.

“Oh fu---”

“Jihoon?”

“Mmnh…”

“Jihoon? Hey, c’mon, talk to me…”

“Ugh…”

His head hurts, and so does his ego; eyes blinking slowly as he adjusts to the light and your face hovering above him.

“Am I dead?” Groaning, he places his arm over his eyes as you scoff and roll your eyes at the male laying on the sofa in front of you.

“If you were, this would be a real shitty place to be right now. You’re laying on the sofa in Seungcheol’s car garage. But more importantly, are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere? Do we need to bring you to the hospital?”

“How bad did I fuck up my car? Is it totaled?”

He moves his arm before sluggishly making an attempt to sit up - eyes on you before he notices his leather jacket slung over the armrest and the bandages littering the coffee table next to you.

“Damn, it’s probably gonna take a lot of money to fix…”

“Ugh, Jihoon… Can you not worry about your fuckin’ car right now? Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere? You literally slammed into a tree! You’re lucky you weren’t so fucking far from the finish line… They thought it was weird when you weren’t there after a few minutes and found you slumped over the steering wheel!”

Your brows are furrowed as you meet his eyes and he’s quick to sigh and run his fingertips through his hair.

“Cut me some slack - my ego’s fuckin’ shot, right now. I’ve never wiped out that bad. And no, nothing hurts, but the bandages say otherwise, so what’s my damage?”

You move to stand up, picking up the discarded items as you place them back into the first-aide kit.

“You have some scratches on your forehead but that’s it... I’m just worried, okay? That’s never happened before and it could’ve been worse. And on top of that, I wasn’t even there! Do you know how scary it was to get a frantic call from Seungkwan that you were in an accident!?”

Jihoon’s lips purse into a firm line as he watches you put the first-aide kit away.

He typically didn’t like it when you came to his races anyway - he thought you worried too much. But also, he had the exact fear of getting into an accident and somehow harming you when you had no part in paying for the consequences of his hobbies.

“I know, and it’s going to stay that way.” Grumbling, he stands up and stretches - joints cracking as he reaches for his jacket. “It’s fine if I get hurt, but it’s not if you do. I’ll be careful next time, okay? Just got caught a bit off guard, is all. I’m gonna go check the damage on my car now so if--”

You move faster than you anticipate; hand meeting his cheek in a quick motion as his head whips to the side.

“You’re an asshole, Jihoon.”

His fingertips reach up towards his stinging cheek; lips curving into an amused grin as he nods.

“‘Kay, I probably deserved that.”

Jihoon tosses his jacket back onto the armrest before shoving his hands into the pockets of his tight denim.

“So what, then? Hmm? You want me to sit here all annoyed that I not only lost to Jeonghan, but also wrecked my car and probably have to wait months to get parts? Not only that but then spend weeks fixing it... I’m not exactly jazzed right now, doll.”

The drawl in his voice pisses you off more than you anticipate when your body starts to buzz from the arousal from his cocky nature.

“Take your frustrations out on me then.” You whisper back; hands balled up into fists by your sides as he looks you up and down with a growing smirk on his face.

“Oh? That's how you wanna handle it tonight, baby? Say it, then. Tell me exactly what you want me to do instead of what I want to be doing right now.”

“Fuck me and forget about your stupid fucking car!”

Jihoon is still annoyed.

“Mmnh, fu--fuck that feels s-so good…”

Even when you’re moaning his name loudly and his fingers are knuckle deep inside your cunt.

He can’t take his mind off of his losses tonight as he growls and suddenly picks up the pace as he snaps his wrist quicker - scissoring and curling his nimble fingers right into your sweet spot as you clench around the slicked digits.

“Yeah? I’ll make you feel even better, doll.”

Jihoon leans in between your spread legs; tongue on your clit in seconds as you react by tangling your fingers into his blonde locks - tugging harshly as he groans against your wet skin.

“Oh, g-god! Fuck!” You grind against his fingers and tongue - chasing an orgasm that Jihoon won’t give to you anyway.

‘You’re only allowed to cum on my cock,’ he’d said, ‘If you even think about cumming otherwise, I’ll leave you right here, by yourself, while I tend to my car.’

So you do your best to behave; mentally telling yourself to calm down even when Jihoon flicks at your swollen nub with the tip of his tongue. 

“Puh--please... Just f-fuck me... I--I can’t wait, ah, a-any longer... If you k-keep teasing, mmh, m-me, I’m gonna cum...” You whine; head thrashing against the sofa cushion as Jihoon sucks your clit into his mouth to tease you even more. 

He feels your pussy clenching around his fingers even more, a tell-tale sign you were about to cum so he immediately stops - wet fingers sliding from your tight cunt and lips coated in your wetness when he slowly starts to sit up. His blonde hair in his eyes as he smirks and licks his wet fingers. 

“So fuckin’ impatient for my cock, doll~ I thought I was the one that had a rough night? Yet here I am, answering to your every needy request, hmm?” 

“So--sorry...” 

He mockingly pouts at you; hands working to get his jeans off as he tsk’s.

“You're gonna be ‘cause now I’m gonna fuck you how I wanna.” 

Your body jerks against the sofa from Jihoon’s harsh movements - toes curling behind his back as his cock slams into your cervix. 

“Ngh, s-shit, I--fuh--fuck, w-wait--” Your eyes clamp shut as you cum unexpectedly; quiet sobs on your lips as Jihoon makes no efforts to slow down as he fucks you through your high.

He did say you were allowed to cum on his cock, after all. 

“Aww, is my pretty ‘lil doll cumming just from my cock filling her up? Hmm? Such a dirty ‘lil thing - you love it when I fuck you hard and fast like this, don’t you? It always makes you cum so easily~”

He laughs cruelly as you whimper back in return; walls still fluttering around his cock as he slides his hands under your thighs and maneuvers your legs until they’re almost touching your chest. 

“Mmh, l-love it when you, a-ah, forget about your s-stupid car shit and just f-fuck me s-stupid...” You lick your lips at the way the annoyed look on Jihoon’s face returns. 

“I’m gonna strangle you.” He grits out, “Watch your tongue, doll.”

“Ngh... Ís that a promise? Fuck, it’d p-probably make me c-cum even harder... Mmh, my p-pussy is getting so t-tight thinking about it...” You clench around his cock as he groans and doubles his pace as he chases his high. 

“Yeah? You wanna cum again? Is that what you want? Okay.” 

He reaches between your bodies as he pinches and rubs harsh circles on your clit instead - mischievous eyes watching as your face contorts in pleasure when you feel another orgasm starting to build. 

“O-oh, Jihoon, I--” 

“Mm, you’re so fuckin’ wet and tight around me, doll... And you’re gonna feel even better when I cum inside your desperate ‘lil cunt and fuck it deeper into you.” 

Your breathy cries mix in with his soft chuckles and he's quick to throw you into another mind-blowing orgasm as you cry out and clamp down onto his cock in a vice grip. 

“You cum so easily, doll~ How many more do you think I can get out of you, hm? How many more times do you think you can cum before you’re begging me to let you rest~?” 

You can barely hear Jihoon through the ringing in your ears and the blinding pleasure that has you momentarily blacking out; eyelashes wet with tears when you start to come down from your high. 

“So pretty when you’re all ruined and messy under me, doll~ And you're right,” Jihoon licks his lips - eyes twinkling with lust as he stares down at you, “This really was a good stress reliever. We should do this more often~”

Jihoon takes his wet fingertips from your sensitive clit and slowly starts to slide them up your torso; gentle whimpers falling from your lips as your entire body trembles knowing exactly what he was going to do. 

“J--Jihoon... I--hic--’m too sen--sensitive... I d-don’t, ah, know if--if I can c-cum again...” You slur out; head fuzzy and eyes hazy as you try to focus your eyes on his cocky expression. 

“Mm, thought you said that me choking you would only make you cum harder, huh? Suddenly all bark and no bite after all that, doll? Have you had enough? Should I stop?” 

His lithe fingertips wrap around the column of your throat - slowly adding pressure to the sides as you let out a shaky exhale. 

"N-no... Don’t--Don’t stop...” 

He snaps his hips expertly into you  as he keeps his hand around your throat; periodically loosening his grip to let you catch you breath before he's tightening his grip again. 

“I’m gonna cum inside your pretty ‘lil cunt. I wanna see you get messy for me, doll. I gave you everything you wanted tonight so it’s time for you to return the favour~” 

Jihoon’s cock throbs inside your pussy; already having been on the edge of an orgasm after you had your first one. 

“C-cum inside m-me, Jihoon... W--wanna feel your, mmnh, warm c-cum filling me up...” You moan out; body trembling and buzzing underneath him from the overstimulation. 

He doesn't say another word as he works to get himself and you off once more - only your moans and his quiet grunts filling up the otherwise empty garage. 

And it only takes a few more skillful snaps of his hips and his fingertips tightening around your throat once more before the two of you are cumming together; his cock sheathed in your warmth as he throws his head back in absolute bliss. 

“Oh, fuck!”

“H--huh....?” 

“Doll...?”

Your entire body feels like deadweight as you peer up at Jihoon; eyelids heavy as his smug appearance hovers over your face. 

“Well, well, well... Guess we both decided passing out was on the schedule tonight, huh. Who would've thought I’d fuck you that hard.” He quips.

“S-shut up, Jihoon...” 

“Or what? You gonna slap me again? I’d love to see where that gets you, doll~” 

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In China’s Xinjiang, surveillance is all pervasive |

There are few tougher locations for a international journalist to report from China than Xinjiang.

Particularly now.

Safety has been bolstered amid a brand new marketing campaign, which the federal government says is geared toward eradicating “Islamic extremism” in a province the place greater than half the inhabitants is Muslim.

Two weeks in the past state TV aired footage of what have been described as vocational colleges displaying Muslim women and men being taught language and job expertise. Most have been Uighur, a Turkic-language people who find themselves ethnically distinct from the Han Chinese language.

China’s leaders argue harsh measures are wanted to forestall violence related to Uighur separatism; violence that, they are saying, has claimed the lives of a whole lot of Chinese language individuals up to now decade.

Uighur safety personnel patrol close to the Id Gah Mosque in Kashgar in Xinjiang on this 2017 photograph [Ng Han Guan/AP]

Human rights teams say the faculties are, in truth, an unlimited community of re-education camps the place detainees are held indefinitely with out cost and compelled to denounce their religion and recite Communist Celebration propaganda.

The Economist journal lately described Xinjiang as “the proper police state”.

Throughout a short go to there two weeks in the past I noticed nothing to dispel that view.

‘Kill, kill, kill’

The surveillance is all pervasive. Streets bristle with CCTV cameras. In some cities there at the moment are police posts each 30 metres.

Since I used to be final there three years in the past, there is a new addition to the huge safety community of police and elite particular forces; a motley assortment of shopkeepers armed with wood sticks who’ve been skilled in safety measures. Twice a day exterior their premises they rehearse their defensive drills, generally shouting, “Kill, kill, kill.”

In 2015, it was nonetheless attainable to speak to native individuals, albeit discreetly. Not now.

For a Uighur to speak to a international journalist is to danger arrest. By coincidence, one of many Public Safety Bureau officers assigned to tail us – Michael – had been my minder throughout my earlier go to. And this time he wasn’t going to let the Al Jazeera crew out of his sight.

He was there to welcome us again as we have been making an attempt to examine right into a lodge, the place I had stayed on earlier visits.

Xinjiang: The story Beijing would not need reported | The Listening Put up

The sheepish workers at reception instructed me my reserving had been cancelled on the orders of the native authorities. A resigned shrug of the shoulders. There was nothing they might do.

As an alternative we have been supplied rooms in a government-owned lodge, the place uniformed and plain-clothed police lounge within the sprawling foyer.

Sinister, surreal, absurd

Xinjiang in the present day is each sinister and surreal, however sometimes the absurd makes an look. The ringtone on Michael’s telephone performs George Michael’s I am By no means Gonna Dance Once more. George Michael grew to become the soundtrack of our temporary keep in Kashgar, as a result of his telephone by no means stopped ringing.

Filming and reporting in Xinjiang has at all times been tightly managed. Nevertheless it’s in overdrive now.

I used to be compelled to delete numerous footage surreptitiously recorded on my iPhone. One confirmed a safety checkpoint, one other a padlocked Uighur store.

In a near-deserted market a giddy trio from native TV turned up. The reporter – like Michael – was additionally a Uighur. She needed to interview me about my impressions of Kashgar. I declined.

If I had instructed the reality our go to may need come to an excellent swifter finish than it did. Undeterred, the TV crew tagged alongside, that means our group had now grown to 10, lowering nonetheless additional any hopes of speaking to somebody – anybody.

One query hangs within the crisp autumn air: the place are all of the younger males? China’s authorities is eventually offering a few of the solutions. After denying the existence of internment camps, state-controlled media now proudly defend the coverage; a coverage that by many accounts is now being expanded.

China defends internment camps for Uighur Muslims

Kashgar, nearer to Baghdad than it’s to Beijing, is the biggest Uighur metropolis and is claimed to have 4 camps holding 120,000 individuals. The most important is reportedly in Quantity 5 Center Faculty, however I might not get to glimpse even the surface of that college. Based on Michael, such camps do not exist in Kashgar.

‘Love the Celebration’

As an alternative of a re-education camp we have been proven the surface of the Id Gah mosque, the largest in China. There’s been a mosque on this web site for greater than 600 years. A part of its facade is now peeling.

For the principally Chinese language guests, the mosque is simply one other vacationer attraction. Within the recessed entrance armed safety guards sit beneath a pink banner exhorting worshippers to, “Love the Celebration, love the nation.”

On a wall reverse the mosque, looped photos of President Xi Jinping, taken throughout his journey to Xinjiang in 2014, are projected onto an enormous display screen. One reveals him surrounded by a gaggle of smiling Uighur youngsters.

It was shortly after this journey that greater than 40 individuals have been killed throughout a bombing and knife assault within the provincial capital, Urumqi. The federal government blamed Uighur separatists, and the crackdown started.

The traditional a part of Kashgar stays closed. It was apparently being rebuilt, simply because it was the final time I used to be right here in October 2015. As an alternative we have been taken to a pretend model of the Previous Metropolis, full with cultural performances reflecting distant – versus latest – Uighur historical past.

It was simply after my colleague had taken the traditional metaphorical picture of a caged hen that the temper of our hosts began to vary.

‘Whose facet are you on?’

They suspected – rightly – that we weren’t shopping for into the sanitised narrative. In a small native cafe, the place we had stopped for a break, a very hostile feminine official from the native propaganda division demanded to take a look at every little thing we had thus far filmed.

Al Jazeera World – The Uighurs: Exterior Exile

She turned her ire on my Chinese language colleague. “Whose facet are you on?” she yelled.

At first we refused her demand. By now there have been 15 uniformed and plain-clothed policemen crammed into the tiny cafe. Taking part in to the gallery, Ms Yang introduced loudly: “We have to preserve them in Kashgar for additional investigation.”

The implication was clear. We’d not be allowed to go away until our materials was vetted. At instances like this my speedy concern is for my Chinese language colleagues. I’ve a international passport. They do not and don’t have any safety.

We have been held for 2 hours, throughout which era they inspected each body we had shot. They managed to make sure our deleted recordsdata couldn’t be recovered. It had been day for Kashgar’s propaganda division.

The surveillance began even earlier than I had left Beijing.

As an accredited journalist, my title had been flagged the second I checked in for the flight to Urumqi. 4-and-a-half hours later plain-clothed police have been ready for me within the arrivals corridor. Given I gave the impression to be the one non-Asian face I would not have been exhausting to identify.

An hour later the identical males appeared within the foyer of my lodge. One even took the room subsequent to mine, presumably to see if I tried to interview anybody there.

At first they stopped us filming innocuous avenue scenes. They later relented, however solely permitted filming of their presence. “Don’t discuss to anybody,” we have been repeatedly warned.

Safety officers favour informal avenue fashion with ironic thrives. My favorite: “Depart Me Alone.”

There was no likelihood of the Al Jazeera crew being left alone in Xinjiang. Within the Kashgar lodge there have been not less than 20 officers within the foyer, there for only one purpose: us.

Surveillance state

Official figures present China’s surveillance funds now outstrips the quantity spent on defence. I puzzled what the associated fee to Chinese language taxpayers had been of the operation to watch three journalists.

Strange Uighurs spend a lot of their life queuing. Outdoors Urumqi’s worldwide bazaar, Uighurs and Han Chinese language lined up at separate safety checkpoints. Uighurs are searched extra completely. Naturally, we weren’t allowed to movie any of that.

China seeks to revive ‘Silk Street’ challenge

Not like my earlier go to, we additionally weren’t allowed to movie inside a Uighur house. In that case, I may need seen if it was true that every one knives now should be chained to partitions.

Xinjiang is on the coronary heart of certainly one of President Xi Jinping’s signature financial insurance policies; the One Belt, One Street initiative. The plan envisages revitalising the fabled Silk Street buying and selling routes to hyperlink China to Europe and the Center East by means of huge infrastructure tasks.

However for that formidable plan to work, Xinjiang has to work.

China’s leaders say Uighurs are benefiting from poverty eradication programmes. On October 24, the Individuals’s Every day reported greater than $6bn had been spent on enhancing the lives of virtually two million Uighurs.

However that’s nonetheless a drop within the ocean in comparison with what the federal government is spending on safety and surveillance in Xinjiang.

And one thing else is clearly obvious.

Xinjiang has turn into one other space that’s now all however off limits to international journalists.

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STATUS UPDATE... for the month of August.

WARNING: The use of "Kyoukai no Rinne S3" as the cover image is nothing more than a metaphor to describe the content of this message. It doesn't imply anything about the show, nor... anything else, really. Just having a little bit of fun, because it perfectly describes my personal condition. So if you happen to arrive here, expecting something related to the Rumiko Takahashi series? Then sorry to say, this is not that kind of post. The exit is just one click away...

You might have noticed that I haven't been exactly... active since the start of August. Well, there's a reason for that, and here's a quick rundown of what happened: - Basically, I had some... real life stuff I needed (and still need, apparently) to deal with. Can't really share what it's all about, but in a way, it's related to my financial situation. To clear that one out, I've decided to myself, to have a social media/internet detox for a week or so. It was effective immediately, after my weekly recap-view (for Kyuranger 23) went up. - Coincidentally, I was having issues with my internet connection as well. As usual. Well... not exactly similar. But it's just that I'm running out of my data charge and had to wait for a while before I could renew my payment. - That's when the unexpected arrived. Yes, as I've shared yesterday, I've been preparing a weekly recap-view offline ever since. It was shaping up nicely (65% or so) to be queued to go up around August 8... when I ended up getting the sickness. It forced me to stay in bed for... more than a week. Can't really say what it really was, because I couldn't go to the doctor. But I was indeed in a pretty bad place: I couldn't stand nor stay up for more than 5 minutes, because my body would lost its composure. I had this painful headache (but it definitely wasn't migrane or vertigo), preventing to get a decent rest. And I couldn't really eat, because my body just would not accept it. - Body condition finally got better around August 14th. That's when I began finishing up my delayed recap-view, while doing the other. I figure, go for broke, right? And I did it, I put them on queue on August 16th, just before the Independence Day (of my country) Holiday.

Unfortunately, things haven't really... improved since then. Yesterday morning, I started feeling that my bad health was slowly crawling and creeping back in. And I was right, the fever has returned today, along with some mild headaches. Probably due to the weather, because it really hasn't been kind to me lately. But I'm guessing that's because I haven't really completely recovered too. And also, that real life issue? Well, that's still pretty far from done. Being sick already occupied my attention anyways...

With that said, here's an update of what's going to happen to my Tumblr page in the remaining days of August: - Kyuranger weekly recap-view will still go up. After all, there's only 2 more left for the month (episode 26 and 27 will air on August 20th and 27th). I'm committed to doing one (since the show is one of the few saving grace that's keeping my sanity inline), so I'll definitely work on those as best as I could. You probably would want to expect... some delays or two though. Meaning, don't be surprised if it comes out... unceremoniously late again like episode 24. In fact, there's a possibility I will end up posting two episodes at once at the end of the month. - Gonna have to take a rain check on... everything else. Yes, I'll probably going to be mostly off the grid again in-between my weekly recap-view to deal with my situation. So no new 'Review', no new 'First Impression' (actually itching to do one for "The King of Fighters Destiny"), none of those. - Which also means... NO 'Random-News-Digest' for the month. It's a good thing that we're having a generally slow-news weeks in the entertainment industry for the moment, with all the media focus on that disheartening and concerning tragedy in the US (which I only learned just a few days ago). So I don't think I'll be missing out on anything major. For the record, the last R-N-D was published on July 27th. I've actually been preparing a new one ever since, but that's definitely not going up anytime soon. They have mostly become old news anyway. I'm hoping to get a fresh one ready to go up for the start of September, but sorry to say, even I can't promise that will happen.

There you have it folks, my STATUS UPDATE for August. To sum up, you might not be running into me on the internet for a while, because I'll still be working things out on my end. If you try to reach me or anything when my hiatus is in effect, allow me to offer you my apology in advance, because I might not be able to reply them immediately. Not that... many people do that... so, it really doesn't amount to anything. LOL. For the time being, recuperating health and gaining some peace of mind are my utmost priority. Gotta get back the cheery disposition that I've lost, y'all!!! LOL. On the bright side, things aren't set in stones! There might still be a change coming before the month ends, only the Heaven knows that. I'm personally hoping that my condition would be turning out for the better, sooner than later. Crossing my fingers.

Till then, be good to the world, and do take really good care of yourself. Thanks for spending your time to read this, it means a lot. I guess I'll see you... when I see you. Right? Bye now... (^^)/

PS: One more thing. I'll probably show up once or twice, every now and then on Twitter. But it probably won't be everyday, nor for a long duration too. Social media can be a scary distraction, so removing myself from one would be the wisest choice during this... personal time, when I need my primary focus elsewhere. So yeah, there's that too... ;D