#how to choose best toothpaste

[scealaiscoite]

‧₊˚ 🗣️ ✩ three hundred assorted dialogue prompts

¹⁾ “it’s too early for this.”

²⁾ “say that again, but take all the words bigger than two syllables out for me.”

³⁾ “you never came to bed last night.”

⁴⁾ “ibuprofen and a red bull is not breakfast.”

⁵⁾ “where the fuck have you been?!”

⁶⁾ “i can’t believe you told him.”

⁷⁾ “look, all i’m trying to tell you i- oh god, no, please don’t cry.”

⁸⁾ “taxi- taxi!”

⁹⁾ “i broke it off last night.”

¹⁰⁾ “no way that’s true.”

¹¹⁾ “i’m not letting you sleep on the couch in your own house.”

¹²⁾ “red’s definitely your colour.”

¹³⁾ “i don’t even want to know how the glitter got there.”

¹⁴⁾ “second time the electric’s been cut off so far.”

¹⁵⁾ “come on, the water’s fine!”

¹⁶⁾ “i’m so mad at you for this, but i’m angrier at myself for knowing i’ll forgive you for it.”

¹⁷⁾ “nice tan lines.”

¹⁸⁾ “christ, i don’t know how you drink that shit.”

¹⁹⁾ “that was the best meal i’ve eaten in years.”

²⁰⁾ “i got fired yesterday.”

²¹⁾ “are those handcuffs?!”

²²⁾ “hell of defense to put on for someone you say you don’t care about anymore.”

²³⁾ “i love you, i swear it, but not enough to watch another western.”

²⁴⁾ “just hold the ladder, and i’ll do the rest.”

²⁵⁾ “is there any chilli powder left in the cupboard, or is it all on my plate?!”

²⁶⁾ “i know what exes are, and i know you two aren’t them.”

²⁷⁾ “please, please just leave me alone.”

²⁸⁾ “neither of us are leaving this room until you tell me how you got that shiner.”

²⁹⁾ “fucking liar.”

³⁰⁾ “scooch over, i’m about to fall off.”

³¹⁾ “i nicked your shirt on my way out- i hope you don’t mind.”

³²⁾ “the cold will kill us before they can if we don’t find shelter.”

³³⁾ “just- please, can’t you see she’s in pain?!”

³⁴⁾ “a pint of coors and a passionfruit martini, plea- no, i told you, i’m not calling it that!”

³⁶⁾ “only you could crochet in a time like this.”

³⁷⁾ “they know i hate boats!”

³⁸⁾ “your mother called.”

³⁹⁾ “i can smell vodka and bubblegum toothpaste on your breath, and i’m totally sure which concerns me more.”

⁴⁰⁾ “it’s midnight, please turn off the jazz.”

⁴¹⁾ “i didn’t read that book, but i slept behind [name] in bed every night for a week while they did.”

⁴²⁾ “please, we need a doctor!”

⁴³⁾ “you’ve done shitty things to me before but you’ve never been cruel.”

⁴⁴⁾ “normally i can get behind your stress baking because of how much i benefit from it, but come on. it’s two in the night; what is a red velvet cake going to fix that some sleep won’t?”

⁴⁵⁾ “i found an earring under the passenger seat.”

⁴⁶⁾ “please, if the choice is between ice cream for breakfast or whiskey, choose the fucking ice cream.”

⁴⁷⁾ “you’re still bleeding- stop and let me look at it.”

⁴⁸⁾ “we’ve been broken up for a year now. you’ve got no right to look at me like that.”

⁴⁹⁾ “mama will be home soon, promise.”

⁵⁰⁾ “in the name of the father- “

⁵¹⁾ “i’m going to lose them either way. better they hate me and live, than love me and die.”

⁵²⁾ “you have a son?!”

⁵³⁾ “boss wants to see you.”

⁵⁴⁾ “i figured we were close, i just didn’t think it was “call me at two in the morning from a police station” kind of close.”

⁵⁵⁾ “are we just going to ignore that massive rock on your finger?”

⁵⁶⁾ “you of all people don’t get to question my parenting skills.”

⁵⁷⁾ “is that a fucking chicken?!”

⁵⁸⁾ “fuck- you’re hurting me!”

⁵⁹⁾ “mind the puddles.”

⁶⁰⁾ “you’re sick. you’re not going into work, end of story.”

⁶¹⁾ “what on earth are you wearing?!”

⁶²⁾ “she’s too old for you.”

⁶³⁾ “you play mario kart like it’s your first day on earth.”

⁶⁴⁾ “you’re gonna break an ankle walking in those heels.”

⁶⁵⁾ “if it was important, you would’ve remembered i don’t answer fucking calls!”

⁶⁶⁾ “late night?”

⁶⁷⁾ “i’m terrified.”

⁶⁸⁾ “i’ll call you when i land, yeah?”

⁶⁹⁾ “try and get some sleep, pet.”

⁷⁰⁾ “where is that blood coming from?!”

⁷¹⁾ “it is sheeps or sheepses?” 

⁷²⁾ “so you can fold a paper crane from a candy wrapper, but you don’t know your times tables.”

⁷³⁾ “clerk said they only have one room left.”

⁷⁴⁾ “why did you get an apartment on the eighth fucking floor?”

⁷⁵⁾ “it’s snowing!”

⁷⁶⁾ “when the shooting starts, stay down and only look at me, okay?”

⁷⁷⁾ “how fucking dare you- i am married.”

⁷⁸⁾ “we should be safe here.”

⁷⁹⁾ “i’m at the store, what kind of monster did you want again? and don’t say ultra violet, i’m not bringing that filth into the house.”

⁸⁰⁾ “the cat misses you.”

⁸¹⁾ “i’ve been having nightmares again.”

⁸²⁾ “i can practically hear your stomach growling. come fill up a plate.”

⁸³⁾ “i’m proud of you, kid.”

⁸⁴⁾ “are you sure you’re not mad at me?”

⁸⁵⁾ “please don’t tell me you lost it.”

⁸⁶⁾ “wanna pick the movie?”

⁸⁷⁾ “bit late for boxing, no?”

⁸⁸⁾ “i don’t care if it’s harmless, kill it!!”

⁸⁹⁾ “if you so much as look in their direction again, it will be the last thing you ever do.”

⁹⁰⁾ “do you wanna go out sometime?”

⁹¹⁾ “is- is that [name]’s shirt?”

⁹²⁾ “c’mon, sit with me a minute.”

⁹³⁾ “good boy!”

⁹⁴⁾ “no, fuck- i can’t swim!”

⁹⁵⁾ “your friends are unbearable.”

⁹⁶⁾ “oh, kill me now.”

⁹⁷⁾ “can i bum a light?”

⁹⁸⁾ “just listen to me for once in your life!”

⁹⁹⁾ “someone call an ambulance!”

¹⁰⁰⁾ “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you in pink before.”

¹⁰¹⁾ “i told you i was done talking about it.”

¹⁰²⁾ “the lock’s broken- i think someone’s inside.”

¹⁰³⁾ “you kept it.”

¹⁰⁴⁾ “i have somewhere to be; make it quick.”

¹⁰⁵⁾ “you’re unbelievable.”

¹⁰⁶⁾ “they never meant anything to you, did they?”

¹⁰⁷⁾ “is the point of giving me such bad advice to force me into seeing an actual therapist?”

¹⁰⁸⁾ “your smile makes my day.” 

¹⁰⁹⁾ “how do you remember where all my jewellery goes?”

¹¹⁰⁾ “… but you’re definitely nothing more than coworkers. sure.”

¹¹¹⁾ “i’ve been waiting for this my whole life.”

¹¹²⁾ “can i help with your hair?”

¹¹³⁾ “i always forget how pretty the city looks at night.”

¹¹⁴⁾ “the dog, for all his failings, did not do that and i’m taking it personally on his part that you’re trying to claim he did.”

¹¹⁵⁾ “you have many strengths; all i’m saying is that parallel parking is not one of them.”

¹¹⁶⁾ “let me drive you home.”

¹¹⁷⁾ “thanks for bringing me in on this ritual of yours.”

¹¹⁸⁾ “what time do you have to be at court?”

¹¹⁹⁾ “do you, uh- do you maybe wanna get dinner, sometime? like, with me?”

¹²⁰⁾ “i’m- *achoo* a-allergic to one kind of- *achoo* of flowers in the whole world, and you- *cough* really m-manage to pick them out for me?”

¹²¹⁾ “table for three, please.”

¹²²⁾ “you’re getting so grey. i’m kind of liking it.”

¹²³⁾ “of course i noticed.”

¹²⁴⁾ “hey, quit forcing yourself to talk before you lose your voice altogether.”

¹²⁵⁾ “please, please wake up.”

¹²⁶⁾ “was anything you said true?”

¹²⁷⁾ “get in the fucking car!”

¹²⁸⁾ “where’d you get that?”

¹²⁹⁾ “you put me through so much, and still all i can think about is how i’d do it all again if you asked me to.”

¹³⁰⁾ “i’ll stay while you sleep. nothing’s gonna happen while i’m here, okay?”

¹³¹⁾ “you said you wanted to talk it out but all you’re doing is shouting at me!”

¹³²⁾ “we broke up a few days ago. i guess i was too embarrassed to tell you after you warned me about them.”

¹³³⁾ “family don’t pull this kind of shit on each other.”

¹³⁴⁾ “i phoned in sick. i’m yours for the day, if you’ll have me.”

¹³⁵⁾ “i’ll make the reservation, you just worry about turning up looking half as good as you do right now.”

¹³⁶⁾ “that’s still how you take your tea, isn’t it?”

¹³⁷⁾ “stop throwing those damn paper planes at me!”

¹³⁸⁾ “i’m so c-cold.”

¹³⁹⁾ “… i can hear meowing.”

¹⁴⁰⁾ “want some?”

¹⁴¹⁾ “fuck all of them, anyway.”

¹⁴²⁾ “i could look at your tattoos all day.”

¹⁴³⁾ “ever considered sending me flowers without a keycard for a hotel room tucked inside?”

¹⁴⁴⁾ “i made coffee.”

¹⁴⁵⁾ “c’mon, sit with me a minute.”

¹⁴⁶⁾ “fuck, they’re gonna flank us- get someone on the south wall, now!”

¹⁴⁷⁾ “christ, get up.”

¹⁴⁸⁾ “put some pants on.”

¹⁴⁹⁾ “it’s over!”

¹⁵⁰⁾ “not another broken bed frame.”

¹⁵¹⁾ “that thong really brings out your eyes.”

¹⁵²⁾ “you’ve already stolen from me; don’t twist the knife by lying about it, too.”

¹⁵³⁾ “... i thought you locked the back door.”

¹⁵⁴⁾ “they were saying awful things about you. every last one of them had it coming.”

¹⁵⁵⁾ “so you had a can of monster and a pack of sour patch kids for breakfast eight hours ago, and you really don’t understand why you have a headache?”

¹⁵⁶⁾ “i think someone’s in the house.”

¹⁵⁷⁾ “walk me home?”

¹⁵⁸⁾ “this song reminds me of you.”

¹⁵⁹⁾ “can you pick up some eggs on your way home?”

¹⁶⁰⁾ “i’ve got a flat tire.”

¹⁶¹⁾ “you broke his fucking nose!”

¹⁶²⁾ “do you remember the room number?”

¹⁶³⁾ “i can’t see anything.”

¹⁶⁴⁾ “lab results are back.”

¹⁶⁵⁾ “is it really so hard to pick up the damn phone when i call?”

¹⁶⁶⁾ “don’t you dare run.”

¹⁶⁷⁾ “bulleit, please. neat.”

¹⁶⁸⁾ “will you marry me?”

¹⁶⁹⁾ “how did you get tickets?!”

¹⁷⁰⁾ “your tie’s all crooked.”

¹⁷¹⁾ “license and insurance, please.”

¹⁷²⁾ “i’ll get a nurse in to do your sutures, and then we’ll send you on your way.”

¹⁷³⁾ “you’re a dead man.”

¹⁷⁴⁾ “you’re the worst thing to ever happen to me.”

¹⁷⁵⁾ “no, this is her secretary. i can take a message, if you’d like?”

¹⁷⁶⁾ “the money’s gone.”

¹⁷⁷⁾ “yeah, but it’ll cost you.”

¹⁷⁸⁾ “we need to find that phone.”

¹⁷⁹⁾ “can i crash here tonight?”

¹⁸⁰⁾ “i, um… i saw you. online.”

¹⁸¹⁾ “what do you mean husband?!”

¹⁸²⁾ “the fire’s growing- we need to keep moving.”

¹⁸³⁾ “your lipstick’s all over me!”

¹⁸⁴⁾ “four broken ribs… fuck.”

¹⁸⁵⁾ “what happened in shanghai?”

¹⁸⁶⁾ “you and these awful horror movies!”

¹⁸⁷⁾ “next door’s cat is back. do you remember where i put the kibble?”

¹⁸⁸⁾ “glitter and faux fur. classy.”

¹⁸⁹⁾ “since when were you blonde?!”

¹⁹⁰⁾ “do i even want to know?”

¹⁹¹⁾ “we were by a river. that’s all i remember.”

¹⁹²⁾ “please, let me call you a cab.”

¹⁹³⁾ “my hands are killing me, get these damn zipties off.”

¹⁹⁴⁾ “you don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to.”

¹⁹⁵⁾ “i read your last article. you’re not half bad at this shit.”

¹⁹⁶⁾ “is now a bad time to say i’m afraid of heights.”

¹⁹⁷⁾ “- quick, hide!”

¹⁹⁸⁾ “test came back negative.”

¹⁹⁹⁾ “say, ah.”

²⁰⁰⁾ “some friends they turned out to be.”

²⁰¹⁾  “you look oddly good in sequins.”

²⁰²⁾ “now there’s a headline: murder in mittens.”

²⁰³⁾ “we need to swab your hands for gunpowder residue.”

²⁰⁴⁾ “black, three sugars.” 

²⁰⁵⁾ “i need you to listen to me, okay? this cannot happen again. ever.”

²⁰⁶⁾ “we shouldn’t be here.”

²⁰⁷⁾ “if you’re going to be such a die-hard fan, could you please start picking better teams? for my sake?”

²⁰⁸⁾ “… did you make me a packed lunch?”

²⁰⁹⁾ “i got a little bit stabbed.”

²¹⁰⁾ “no, it’s too late; you’re not walking home alone.”

²¹¹⁾ “i don’t care if she’s ten, she cannot be led to believe that derek is an acceptable name for a cat!”

²¹²⁾ “they were just here.”

²¹³⁾ “oh captain, my captai- “

²¹⁴⁾ “come to my room in ten.”

²¹⁵⁾ “no part of this was in the training manual.”

²¹⁶⁾ “i think i’m gonna lie down for a bit.”

²¹⁷⁾ “i can’t come out tonight, i’ve got to re-pot my roses.”

²¹⁸⁾ “you kick like an ass in your sleep.” 

²¹⁹⁾ “i think we kissed.”

²²⁰⁾ “i never want to be a burden to you.”

²²¹⁾ “there’s someone in the trees.”

²²²⁾ “where’s that smoke coming from?”

²²³⁾ “my sheets smell like you.”

²²⁴⁾ “what did sarge say?”

²²⁵⁾ “the funeral’s at ten.”

²²⁶⁾ “she’s asystolic.” 

²²⁷⁾ “it’s too loud in here. i’m going to start biting people.”

²²⁸⁾ “give it back!”

²²⁹⁾ “don’t make me call the cops!”

²³⁰⁾ “we tried everything. i’m sorry.”

²³¹⁾ “another round?”

²³²⁾ “come on the carousel with me, and i’ll think about it.”

²³³⁾ “this is why we didn’t stay married.”

²³⁴⁾ “i like your hair.”

²³⁵⁾ “homicide are on the way.”

²³⁶⁾ “i just ran.”

²³⁷⁾ “want a drink?”

²³⁸⁾ “i’m scared of the things i feel for you.”

²³⁹⁾ “can you remember anything about last night?”

²⁴⁰⁾ “you left this at mine.”

²⁴¹⁾ “i made us a reservation.”

²⁴²⁾ “pass the goddamn ball!”

²⁴³⁾ “someone cut the brake lights.”

²⁴⁴⁾ “wanna come to vegas with me?”

²⁴⁵⁾ “… did you use my body wash?”

²⁴⁶⁾ “go shower, then we’ll talk.”

²⁴⁷⁾ “how dare you say something like that to me!”

²⁴⁸⁾ “there’s a letter for you.”

²⁴⁹⁾ “i need to see you. now.”

²⁵⁰⁾ “i’ll kick this fucking door open!”

²⁵¹⁾ “don’t look at me like that.”

²⁵²⁾ “i can’t do this anymore.”

²⁵³⁾ “got a light?”

²⁵⁴⁾ “i don’t care if we both get hypothermia, i’m not sharing a sleeping bag with you!”

²⁵⁵⁾ “do you hate me?”

²⁵⁶⁾ “please don’t leave.”

²⁵⁷⁾ “i’m sorry i missed dinner.”

²⁵⁸⁾ “i have a name, and it’s sure as hell not kid.”

²⁵⁹⁾ “you are a grown man, don’t pout.”

²⁶⁰⁾ “ah, look who’s awake.”

²⁶¹⁾ “if you’re after a ransom, i’m sorry to say you picked the wrong person.”

²⁶²⁾ “don’t you dare track all that sawdust in here! leave your boots at the door.”

²⁶³⁾ “if you’re not here to pay my tab, you can leave.”

²⁶⁴⁾ “you’re so warm.”

²⁶⁵⁾ “bit kinky for a monday morning, don’t you think?”

²⁶⁶⁾ “not again!”

²⁶⁷⁾ “i think i pulled something.”

²⁶⁸⁾ “kiss me.”

²⁶⁹⁾ “watcha reading?”

²⁷⁰⁾ “i ordered room service. possibly on your card.”

²⁷¹⁾ “this isn’t gonna work out.”

²⁷²⁾ “i saved you a seat.”

²⁷³⁾ “the dog got ahold of your scarf.”

²⁷⁴⁾ “i want to see my son.”

²⁷⁵⁾ “my friend’s an ass, i’m sorry.”

²⁷⁶⁾ “please, she could scare the balls off a brass monkey with a single look.”

²⁷⁷⁾ “you’re an almerciful pain the ass.”

²⁷⁸⁾ “give my compliments to the chef.”

²⁷⁹⁾ “wanna catch a movie at the weekend?”

²⁸⁰⁾ “you said i only had to stay for an hour- you got an hour and seven minutes! what more could you possibly want from me?!”

²⁸¹⁾ “i think i left my phone at the bar.”

²⁸²⁾ “... why is there a pool noodle in the hall?”

²⁸³⁾ “can you turn the lights off?”

²⁸⁴⁾ “was any of it real?”

²⁸⁵⁾ “do i want to know how you got that nickname.”

²⁸⁶⁾ “you’re like if an angel had a very severe ketamine problem.”

²⁸⁷⁾ “i think i fucked up my ankle last night.”

²⁸⁸⁾ “take the sunglasses off.”

²⁸⁹⁾ “i don’t know how i’m going to forgive you for this.”

²⁹⁰⁾ “i can’t believe i fell for this shit again.”

²⁹¹⁾ “morning, killer.”

²⁹²⁾ “who names a goldfish andrew?”

²⁹³⁾ “... i could’ve sworn you had too eyebrows last time we spoke.”

²⁹⁴⁾ “i’m scared shitless of dolls.”

²⁹⁵⁾ “how’d you get the shiner?”

²⁹⁶⁾ “here, let me help.”

²⁹⁷⁾ “look, my tomatoes are finally ripe!”

²⁹⁸⁾ “you can hold my hand, if it’d help.”

²⁹⁹⁾ “i brought you croissants. as like, um, an olive branch.”

³⁰⁰⁾ “do you trust me?”

[irisintheafterglow]

satoru got his big break with the library desk employee. so what? university!suguru lost the bet, sure, but for some reason his interest in you didn't leave his mind. he'd known his best friend was crushing hard since the first time they'd entered the library and the pretty student smiled at satoru from behind the front desk.

i think i'm in love. suguru, hunched over a chemistry textbook, glances at satoru from the corner of his eye.

it's literally their job to make you feel welcome, genius.

but what if they, like, truly love me? he's dumbfounded by his friend's rose-colored delusion.

you're a doofus.

he continues thinking about it long after the study session concludes (a one sided session, since satoru insisted how he could woo the front desk assistant for the next two hours) and follows his normal routine of heading to the rec center to blow off some steam. he barely thinks twice about scanning the barcode on his phone at the entrance gates when the hairs on the back of his neck stand stick-straight. someone is watching him.

he scans the lobby and finds a pair of eyes across the floor, halfway hidden by a large counter for the member services desk. the eyes disappear before he can register who exactly was staring and you hope he didn't spot you as you duck behind the safety of the counter. suguru narrows his eyes but doesn't think twice about it.

the following week is when he makes the bet and hatches his plan to get satoru to shut up and take some of his money in the process. it felt like an easy victory: suguru knew he wasn't terrible looking, and you must've been interested considering how much you stared at him. he wasn't big on the school's dating scene and reserved his limited energy for whatever makeouts he found at his frat house's parties; to him, winning your naive affection would be a piece of cake. all he had to do was get your number and satoru's money would be his. simple enough, is what he thought.

but for the life of him, he could not catch you.

since the day he caught you staring, he noticed every time he entered the gym that you were looking and would duck away before he could so much as blink. at first, he lingered and waited for you to pop back up from behind the counter, but ended that strategy when he was asked if he was loitering on the property. the one time he approached the counter, you had conveniently disappeared to throw the intramural jerseys into the dryer...for the ten minutes he was waiting around for you to return. again, he was accused of loitering and forced to move on.

any progress with the rec worker? satoru whispered as he browsed for an interesting-enough looking book that he can make up small-talk over. he picks up a random one, something about technological advancements in ancient china, and tucks it under his arm.

i wish, suguru lamented. it's like they know i see them and are purposefully avoiding me so they don't have to talk to me.

i told you, i'd give you 'worst resting bitch face' if we could choose senior superlatives in high school, satoru reminds him with a thoughtful expression. also, you're in a frat! frat guys' reputation on campus isn't exactly the cleanest.

you're saying i need to look nicer? he examines his hoodie decorated with large iron-on patches of his frat's greek letters. it didn't look too dirty, he'd run it in the wash just last sunday...

i'm saying you need to look friendlier and less like a fuckboy.

oh. makes sense.

that's rich coming from you, suguru counters without acknowledging that maybe his friend was right. if he was going to woo you and hopefully knock down satoru's ego a few notches, he needed to be a little less...frat-like?

wordlessly taking the advice, he skips the loud philanthropy week shirt and opts for a plain muscle tee for his next gym session. black shirt and grey sweatpants shouldn't be too arrogant, right? he even practices his smile in the toothpaste-stained bathroom mirror until it's warm enough to save the titanic from the iceberg. tying his hair back so you can see all of his friendly face, he doesn't give you a moment to duck away when he steps through the doors at exactly 5:30pm.

he turns his head as soon as he steps into the air conditioning.

you're already staring.

he stares right back for a moment before pulling the corners of his mouth up ever so slightly, just like he practiced.

you gasp slightly and he thinks today is the day that you finally let him approach you.

unfortunately, his clothes, hair, face, and smile are enough to induce a nosebleed.

fuck!

by the time he rushes to the counter, eyes wide with panic, you've already shuffled away into the back and another worker informs him of your bloody-faced status. a little coyly than to go unnoticed, he notes to himself, but accepts his loss anyway and plans how to try again the next day.

after two weeks of putting on his plainest clothes, tying his cleanest hairdos, practicing his warmest smiles, and hurrying his fastest steps to get to the counter, suguru is absolutely ashamed to report that he's made zero progress.

interestingly enough, other girls at the gym had started to notice his changes in behavior and wardrobe, but he couldn't muster any energy to return their flirtations as they brush their fingers against his exposed biceps. all he could think about is you, and the way your eyes seem to sparkle when he meets them from across the lobby. he's snuck glances at the pens you abandon when you escape, the stickers on your water bottle, and the way you wear a special button on your uniform shirt every friday. you seem to always have a granola bar wrapper lingering on the desk, the same flavor each day but changing every week. he was learning so much about you without ever uttering a word, and it was killing him.

when satoru announces triumphantly that he finally got a date with the library attendant, suguru doesn't even blink. with his lack of progress, it was only a matter of time before his plan ultimately backfired and satoru was the true, smug winner of the bet. still, despite the earnings paid and the yapping continued, suguru wanted to talk to you. he wanted to learn about your interests, your goals, your life. he wanted to solve your mystery that he'd unknowingly forced himself into, and he'd be damned if he didn't at least get your name before the semester ended.

after months of waiting for you to talk to him, he swallows his pride and goes to the gym half an hour early.

"hi," he says carefully while you finish up whatever was on your computer screen.

"hi there, how can i help y--" when you finally meet his eyes, your practiced smile drops into pure shock and you take several moments to snap your face back into place. "i...um...how can i--oh!" you whirl around to your nearest coworker at a whiplash-causing speed, rambling quickly about how you forgot to inflate the volleyballs for the playoffs or some bullshit. thankfully, your coworker just blinks at you and then says that they can take care of it, patting your shoulder reassuringly and giving suguru a knowing look. before he knows it, it's you and him, just the moment he's been waiting for, and he has no idea what to say.

"i'm sorry that i--"

"i was wondering if you--"

you both tumble over your words at the same time and he chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. his bicep flexes with the motion and he catches your eyes rake it over. fearful of another nosebleed, he drops his arm abruptly and blurts out whatever words he can before you can scurry away.

"get dinner with me."

"i-i'm sorry?"

"i was wondering if you wanted to, you know," he shrugs sheepishly and is suddenly glad that none of his friends are there to tease his embarrassment, "get dinner sometime."

"you want to go on a date with me," you echo in disbelief. he nods slowly like any sudden movement would frighten you. "but...but why?"

"i think you're really pretty," he replies simply.

"but i've been hiding from you for the past--"

"two months, one week, and four days," he finishes for you before he can think about what he's saying. "i mean, not that i'm counting." your face finally breaks its shell of surprise and you burst out laughing. suguru thinks it's the best sound he's ever had the privilege of experiencing.

"so, just to be clear," you confirm when you've caught your breath. "i've been avoiding talking to you because seeing you look so good gives me nose bleeds. and now you want to get dinner with me?"

"i can bring copious amounts of tissues just in case, but yes." his expression becomes gravely serious, like he was giving you a request on his death bed. "please, say yes."

if it meant seeing how brightly you smiled when you finally murmur a yes, he would go through the entire bet with satoru three times over.

here u go @damb-it <3 hope you like it - sincerely, a library guest services attendant

[gublernatural]

could you do an aaron hotchner x bau wife where she’s up all night throwing up and he just takes care of her

tw vomit and vomiting!!

do your daily clicks

"hun," aaron coos as he walks into the bathroom. his voice was groggy and deep, reflecting the fact that he'd just woken up. you were doing your best to be quiet, not wanting to wake him. you knew he spent a lot of time not being able to sleep, whether it be from working or the nightmares the job caused, so you tried to let him rest as much as possible when he was home. but, the nausea in your stomach that had lingered all day finally spilt over, sending you rushing to the bathroom a little after one in the morning.

"i'm sorry," is all you can mumble out from your position with your head practically in the toilet. aaron doesn't reply, choosing to slowly sit next to you, bringing one hand to hold your hair out of your face and the other to soothingly rub down your back instead. you're happy to have his presence, not liking being alone while you're vomiting.

you two sit like that for a few minutes. you can't really tell how long it takes for your stomach to settle, but you refuse to move your head away from the toilet, just in case.

"any better?" aaron asks, rising from his spot on the bathroom floor. "a little," you mumble. you were being honest, getting some of it out helped settle the nausea, but your body ached and your throat burned. "i'm sorry," aaron echoes your sentiment from earlier as he hands you a clean wash rag. you wipe off your face as he lays another across the back of your neck. the chill makes you jump at first, but you quickly enjoy the feeling.

"want to brush your teeth?" he questions, helping you stand. you nod in response and he moves to grab your toothbrush. he sets it up for you, with a small bead of toothpaste and runs extra water over it. once he hands it to you, he brings his hand to rest comfortingly on your shoulder.

"did you eat something bad?" he questions after you hand him the toothbrush back and go to rinse your mouth. you shrug, "my stomach was messed up all day, it might've been the jet." aaron nodded in understanding. no one on the team was especially prone to airsickness, but after gruesome cases, being sick from the movement was possible.

"well, lets go get some crackers," aaron instructs, reaching out for your hand. you don't have the energy to argue, to tell him no, i just want to go to bed, so you take it, and let him lead you to the kitchen.

he led you to a stool in the kitchen, helping you get on it and relax against the counter in front of you. once you were settled, aaron turned on the light over the stove and reached in the cabinet for the box of saltines you kept for when jack was sick. you were grateful he didn't turn on the big overhead light.

"we don't have any ginger ale," he informed, reaching for a bottle of water instead. he knew if it was cold, it would upset your stomach more. once the crackers and bottle were sat in front of you, aaron said, "eat slow, so it doesn't upset you more."

you nodded in reply, slowly bringing a cracker to your lips. you ate three or four, before sliding them across the counter, signaling to aaron that you were done. "did they help any?" aaron asked as he cleaned up.

"yeah, but i want to try and sleep." aaron nodded at your words, moving to help you off the stool and get you into bed. despite being unsure if there was vomit in your hair, he let you cuddle up to his side, making yourself comfortable.

"feel any better?" you nodded in reply, closing your eyes. aaron gently rubbed his hand along your side until you fell asleep.

[eldritch-spouse]

Eating at my own fingers for some Berle smut 😫😫😫

[Don't worry, he'll eat your fingers for you.]

TW: Foodplay; Dubious consent

Berle's steps echo around the inside of the manufacturing area.

" Lollipop! My sweet little gumdrop, my tootsie pie! "

Oh he wants something.

Finishing helping a fairly depleted chocolate flavor into a vat, you seal the exhausted slime in there and shiver as you come out of the frozen rooms, rubbing some warmth into your arms. It's crazy to think how much it must cost to keep this place so cool in the middle of literal Hell.

" Yes? "

" There you are! "

He announces, so close to the skin of your back that it nearly frightens the soul out of your body.

" Come come come- I need you to taste something immediately! "

That's half of your job nowadays. Running around taking note of which flavors are depleting, take them to the vats, and put a variety of sweet ice cream novelty flavors in your mouth. You're really hoping there's enough magic in these things to prevent you from getting cavities. Or maybe that's why he's always buying you "the best toothpaste out there for humans".

Part of you thinks sometimes Berle isn't even making you taste-test new flavors, he just wants to feed you. Which is fine by you, less time actually working.

You're dragged to the front of the shop, sort of. More like the area where people can choose to have independent scoops of ice cream from non-living samples. A sort of tasting booth, to make sure you don't just call a slime-cream to your table, taste them, only to make a face afterwards. You'd feel mildly offended in their place.

The thing is, "free tasting", in Gluttony, is about three or four fat scoops on an already large cone. You've been living here for a while, and less than that would probably be considered insulting.

In turn, that is also what Berle regularly attempts to shove in your mouth.

The prince is behind the balcony, reaching for a fresh container and twirling an original brand spoon in his hand. More than the excitement in his eyes, his own tail seems to dance behind the demon.

" New flavor? " Your eyes widen.

Berle hums brightly. " Perhaps! Oh yes, maybe! But not yet, too much to test, too much to think about legally ahah, providers, but I wanted you to test it out for me just this once, okay? Really fast- "

It's only after he retrieves a spoonful that you can see the ice cream itself. It looks creamy, swirls of soft lavender and salmon blending together nicely, a sugary sweet scent to it. Berle has such a talent for making any kind of ice cream look appetizing. This gift of his has made you reconsider an embarrassing amount of bizarre flavor mixes.

" Open wide! "

You do. Probably wider than you should have.

But it's reflex at this point. Like most gluttons, he's got this habit of simply overfilling a spoonful. Loading it with so much that one would guess his intent is to make you choke. But no such thing, Berle insisted when you pried, he merely forgot your limitations. He loved you, so he wanted you to have more, always.

Recently, the prince has gotten better with dosing for humans, in no small part due to the growing popularity of his establishment, bringing in customer diversity. You however, have choked and coughed food back out enough times to trigger a brand new survival mechanism at the mere utterance of 'open'. Your jaws part as much as your feeble human anatomy allows them to, sometimes popping in the process, and your tongue hangs to further keep things unobstructed.

Berle is bad at masking what pleases him.

He enjoys that you've learned to do this.

Seen by the tint to his cheeks as he eagerly shovels the spoonful into your mouth.

Predictably, it's so much that it makes your cheeks puff humorously, but it's manageable. You don't choke, just shiver at the coldness and try not to bite down. You let it sit in the gradually decreasing warmth of your mouth, mulling on the flavor.

Sweet, incredibly sweet, but light all the same. The burst of sugar isn't long enough to let you get sick of it, fizzing away to a pleasant freshness. You can't tell the ingredients used in this. Funnily enough, you almost never can, aside from the most common flavors such as strawberry, chocolate and caramel, for example. Maybe it's just that you don't have the same complexity in your tastebuds as a glutton does, so your brain mixes and mashes signals into something unreadable. You're aware of lot of Berle's subtle work goes entirely unnoticed to your dull palate- That he keeps trying to provide new taste experiences for you in spite of knowing you'll never get as much pleasure from any as one of his own is a testament to the prince's morbid love.

" So? So? " He grins so incredibly wide that his cheeks strain, offering you a second spoonful that is slowly accepted.

He's graced with a response as soon as you're not nearly drooling. " Amazing, as usual. It's not as heavy, I feel like I could have a lot more of this one than anything else but... "

" But...? " The demon's malleable horns shift as he tilts his head.

" But, I can't really tell what it's made of. " He hasn't even told you the name of it either, so there's hardly a hint.

" Ah yes yes, I expected you wouldn't. See, it's more uhm- Synthetic, than my usual work. Not at all like me, I think you'd know that of all people, lollipop, ahah- But part of my work does involve branching out, constantly, right? I'd usually be against something so err fabricated, so... Implicative, but I just couldn't pass this up! You understand, right? "

While he blabbers, you begin to sense a slight increase in temperature. You know damn right that Hell would blink out of existence faster than the air conditioning in this establishment could fail, so something's clearly amiss.

" -Especially after they said it would be perfectly safe for human consumption! Of course, I can't just sell this willy-nilly without being sure that things won't devolve into a rampant mess, it could be weaponized I know this- But perhaps as an offer to couples who come here together on their cute little meet-dates, right? The effects then would be harmless, like now- "

It's getting really hot. You're sweating. Should probably take that jacket off.

Wait, what did he say just now?

" The what-? "

" Hm? " Berle pauses.

" You said... " A fog clutches the creases of your mind, massaging it into a fine, aimless pulp. God fucking damn it, what did he just make you eat? " ... Effects? "

" Mhm, right right! This type of ice cream is made using material from a person, causing whoever eats it to feel madly infatuated for said person, ehh needy, if you will- This means it has to be commissioned obviously, so there's a certain wait time and the material has to be handled carefully! It could be blood, I think most people will want to use their blood, but I personally used... " Berle's peppy expression turns into something much less innocent as he watches you squirm in place, trying to keep up with his chattering. Your eyes linger on his mostly bare form and satisfaction carves its way into those mismatched eyes.

" Something else, you know? "

There's a flicker of recognition in your gradually muddling brain. You manage to offer the royal infernal an annoyed, near frigid look, reminiscing about the unsavory part of your role here. Getting to taste-test flavors is a euphemism for being a bit of a lab-rat. And while you're sure that Berle wouldn't deliberately feed you something he thinks could genuinely cause harm, he's not above this type of scummy behavior either.

A pulse of want has your teeth clenching while your legs propell you to him, causing the prince to all but giggle loudly, putting the spoon and container away when you grab onto his stupid pink apron.

" Let me... " You murmur, fevered with the desire to have him. Any way, any part, you have a strange urge to get Berle into your mouth. Flashes of you kissing and biting and tasting every inch of his skin assault your mind.

Bizarre, as if out of nowhere, you developed an erotic oral fixation that was simply overwhelming in intensity.

" Oh hoo hoo, working well working well! How are you feeling, gumdrop? "

It starts with a searing kiss.

It's less genuine affection and more of a need to cram your tongue as deep into him as you can. A laughable objective, given Berle has a tongue that puts plenty of his own kind to shame. If that weren't enough, he's always enthusiastic, so you never had a semblance of a chance. He kisses back and, sensing your fervor, generously supplies more of that multicolored muscle into you. You choked aggressively the first few times he was stupid enough to do this to you without thinking, nearly threw everything back out, but your time inside this Ring has changed you in many ways. Not only have you become more voracious, it's as if your gag reflex is often muted in select moments. Given the thing dragging over all crevices of your mouth and throat, you should have started to flinch and panic, but all that's there is an unnerving breed of glee and mild oxygen deprivation.

Berle dominates, much to your slight frustration, pulling you back when the embrace simply becomes too gross to prolong. Not that you care if your chin is soaked, not that you care if the taste of all the cloying sweets he had today is now imprinted on your own taste buds.

A shameless hand darts down, feeling what it had hoped to.

Behind the rather thin fabric of Berle's apron protrudes the very thing you're sure he'll have no problem letting you stuff yourself with. Berle shares a concubus rib somewhere in his lineage, that's likely why he wears so little all the time, why he even thought of this flavor as an appealing suggestion. It's also the reason he somehow always seems to be able to tug you away for some quick tomfoolery.

There's no doubt he's the one pleasantly surprised when you drop to your knees and swipe that apron aside.

Berle's now throbbing length has the exact same coloration as his tongue, that borderline rainbow-like hue, like a pastel gradient of sorts. You've asked him before if he was born this way, as unlikely as it seems, but he doesn't ever provide a straight answer. Rainbow body parts are something you'd expect of a mermonsters and fey types. Not a demon, certainly.

Part of you believes he just got body modifications because it makes his cock look like some kind of rare candy cane. Somewhat of a dangerous gambit, given another glutton could get confused enough to bite him, with those infernal teeth...

But you're no glutton.

All you do is lick across the length of him like he really is no more than a rainbow twister lollipop, earning yourself a shaky gasp, before putting the very tip in your mouth and swirling around it. You have no idea why this is what you want so bad, why it's making you so happy, you just know you needed to feel him exactly this way.

For all his usual rampant excitement, all Berle can do now is grab onto the counter and watch you work a sizable portion of his girth into your throat. Another perk of your prolonged stay in Hell, you could say. The you from a few months ago could never swallow this much of a partner without crying and gagging real ugly.

" O- Ohhn- I do thhink maybe some alterations should be made -Ahahn- For humans specifically? Mmmm it seems to be taking you by stohh- "

You can feel Berle pulse within the walls of your mouth, lips flush against the root of his cock, kissing his slit. Normally, this would take some effort from your part, some warmup. A nasty noise follows as you slurp all the way back to the top just to chase that hint of tang. Berle's eyes roll back for a second and a choked moan escapes him. You're relentless, pumping him while catching your breath, only to dip back down with a dirty vigor, proudly feeling him hit deep spots within you.

Berle has learned not to fuck your mouth. All larger infernals must learn this sooner or later when they pick smaller partners, and the prince is no exception. But that doesn't mean he's not digging his claws into the counter for dear life and flexing his legs for control.

The only thing that makes you pop off his candy cock is when the confectioner's phone starts ringing, this jarring tune reminiscent of a festive jingle, breaking the mood. Berle himself looks annoyed, studying the caller ID before smiling and making a 'continue' motion.

Alright then.

He's talking immediately.

" Old friend! " Pause, one hand falls to the back of your head. " Yes yes yess- " That last one must have been for you. " I did get the sample, tested it already- Why, with a volunteer of course, I have my ways... "

His scummy ways.

Perhaps it's mean of you, but you take the opportunity to tease Berle and drag him across your lips like some pervert's version of lipstick. He nearly frowns, exerting some pressure to make you quit it. Whatever gargle of surprise you make is covered by his loud tone.

" Yes- Uhuh- Look though, we'll have to tone it down a bit. " He gasps. " No, it's just- My volunteer was human, and it really took them for a spin, y'know? No, I'm serious! Not even two spoons in, they were already under, that's fast! Very fast hhnoly shit- "

You would have laughed at that slip up, but all that happens is a devilish contraction around his shaft.

" N-No, it shocked me. " Berle coughs. " You should have seen-... I don't think so, royal lineage wouldn't make it stronger just on hhh its own. I think maybe you could make it a little less sudden, give it a little buzz period, y'know, hahahn Lords fuck- "

The person on the other side of the call appears to be blabbering just long enough that Berle feels confident in distancing the phone a bit and growling, making the most out of their rant by urging you to move faster with curt bucks of his hips. Sometimes he slips out of your mouth entirely, frustrating for the two of you yet desperate in a whole other dirty way.

When Berle pays attention again, the person must have been calling for him.

" Ah- Ahah, sorry yes I'm here- Excuse me if I sound muffled I'm always running around you know it's just how the job is it never stops please continue yes- " How does he fit that much air into his lungs?

It feels like he's close to cumming. Normally, Berle would be moaning and snarling about it, but he can't be nearly as vocal right now, so all you have to guide yourself is the oscillation of his composure and his tensing lower abdomen.

At some point, the prince throws his head back and appears to lean onto the counter as if to balance himself, blowing steam through his nostrils in a way the caller might mistake for exhaustion. His tail wraps around your chest loosely, getting to your neck and squeezing briefly.

That's the cue.

No mercy.

" Hrrhn... Nno no, it's perfectly fine, I know how it is with newer products. It's perfectly fine no one got injured at ALL- It's totally okay, I'm not disappointed no nooh- " He slams a fist on the counter, mad that the call is going on for as long as it has.

You've never actually seen Berle get angry from a lengthy conversation. It would be hilarious if you weren't so fixated on getting him to cum.

" I have a lot of faith in you guys I'm sure everything will work out and I'dlovetoworkwithyouallinthefutureokaybyebyegottagotoodles- " He launches the phone at some unfortunate wall. " My pretty pretty lollipop you're gonna suck the soul out of me like that- "

And you do. Because his usual yapping is cut short only a few seconds after, becoming nothing but senseless noises as Berle hunches and pants open-mouthed, giving you the rewarding rush you wanted. Much to his distaste, you pull back to get to taste it, regretting it when it's predictably too much and forces you to pull away. The prince makes a mess of your cheek and neck, ruining even the top you had picked, before you try to get the last of it on your tongue again.

And as soon as you swallow, the urge that had possessed you earlier releases its clutches, the cloud of need turning your vision pink fading suddenly.

You're left with sore knees, an aching jaw, and the moderately gross sensation of hot ropes on cooling skin.

" Couldn't you at least have asked before starting all t- "

You're interrupted by Berle's cumstained fingers wedging into your mouth. Not even this you're allowed to waste.

" But aren't surprises so much more entertaining? I really think they are, didn't you have fun? Besides, it'll be my turn soon, don't you worry lollipop, what kind of lover would I be if I didn't thank you for such wonderful feedback- "

You wonder who that supplier is...

[cheonhaz]

HOW I MET A SERIAL KILLERS SON. dean redding x reader

warnings: use of y/n, murder talk, vulgar language

wc: around 1k?

synopsis: your sister was murdered. fun, right? yeah. well— being put on her case together with dean redding out of all people wasn’t as fun.

a/n: this is from my wattpad, woefulli! i have more chapters out too…

🦴

❝ 𝗚𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁, 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱. ❞

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲,

——— 𝟳:𝟬𝟬 𝗔��� ; Y/N’s alarm rings. The garish sound ringing in her ears repeatedly.

It's Saturday, but that in no way means that the Naturals can relax, especially not Dean and Y/N. A groan escapes Y/N’s mouth as she pulls her blanket over her head.

"Y/N/N, Judd wants me to tell you that you should get your butt out of bed, and get to the kitchen. Briggs is here." Dean's voice cut through the silence like scissors through paper.

And she wants to tell him, tell him right to that stupid face that her name isn't Y/N/N, but she doesn't. Instead,  Y/N sits up, looking Dean dead in the eyes, a silent fury brewing inside of her.

"I'll be down in five, tell Briggs to grow at least one ball and call me himself next time." She'd actually be down in five, but nobody needed to know that. Y/N knew that Briggs being in the safe house could only mean one of two things:

A. Something happened, a new case, or specifically, a body.

or B.

He just wanted to stop by for some of Judd's majestic scrambled eggs.

It was probably A. although B had happened before. Judd's scrambled eggs were just that good.

Dean half-nodded in her direction briefly before quietly closing the door to her room. Seconds later, Y/N was up, throwing a green sweater over her head along with the first pair of flared jeans she found on her carpeted floor.

Toothbrush still in her mouth, she stumbled down the stairs, tossing the brush in her sweaters pocket before swallowing the gnarly tasting mixture of toothpaste and spit in her mouth.

Y/N was greeted by Briggs' and Dean's voices as she stepped into the kitchen, the air filled with the scent of Coffee.

"Ah. Hello, Y/N." said Briggs, his tone serious but not so serious that you'd have to worry about there being a new body. Her body stiffened, hands wandering into her pocket to grab onto her toothbrush.

"Yes. I was so very kindly awoken by Mister Redding a whole five minutes ago." Y/N said sarcastically, sitting down on one of the three bar stools in front of the kitchen island.

Laughter was non existent in that kitchen, even after Y/N’s extremely funny and hilarious joke! Dang.

"Y/N, we have decided to pick Mary's case back up. I want you to work on it, together with Dean.  Actively, that is." It seemed that Dean had already heard the news, since he wasn't moving in the slightest. The only thing you could see was the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

"What...? No...! I mean, thanks for picking it back up— But like, there's no way I'm gonna be working with Dean!" She exclaimed, half happy and also half furious.

Happy about Mary's case being picked back up after years, furious about having to do research on the case with Dean out of all people.

Why not Cassie? That witty new girl who'd only just joined The Naturals? She was a profiler too, so why, why on Gods green earth did Briggs, Mister Tanner Briggs choose Dean Redding, to do this with her?!

The expression on Deans face didn't let through the slightest bit of emotion. No anger, no dissatisfaction or disappointment whatsoever! How did this guy manage to hide his feelings so easily?

For all Y/N knew, he could secretly be her grandfather and she would've never fuckin' guessed it!

Dean's old man is a serial killer, maybe that's where he got it from. Having seen so many bodies and so much blood as if it was a casualty at the age of five was baffling, even for Y/N.

"Y/N. You and Dean have been here the longest and he knows your entire story. It is best I pair you with him. My decision is final." With that, Briggs left the kitchen, his unfinished coffee mug still on the island.

Her mouth was left agape, hands still clutching the toothbrush in her pocket. What the actual fuck just went down in my kitchen?

If this was a kids show, there'd be some inanimate object on screen right now, asking you to find the mistake. But all of this was a mistake.

"You just have to live with it, Y/N. Briggs told you his decision is final, and I think you knew that even before he said it. It's not like we're gonna mingle about the entire time." Dean said, his voice monotone, still.

The tension in the kitchen was palpable, you could cut it with a knife.

"Hey, guys! Am I interrupting some kind of secret morning rendezvous with Briggs? Jus' saw him leaving." Michael. The last person Dean and Y/N wanted to see right now.

"Yes. Get out."

They both say at the same time, surprised at their like minded brains. "Ouhh, I got the rivals synced! Sick!" Michael laughed before making a beeline to the fridge, grabbing a yogurt from it and snagging a clean spoon from a drawer and then leaving the kitchen.

They say the eyes are the windows to one's soul. Well, if you looked through Dean's eyes right now, Y/N thinks you'd be seeing the depths of hell.

As for Y/N’s eyes, Dean's assumption can't be far off.

He thinks there'd be two hamsters sharing one singular brain cell in there, and while they're sharing it, one of them is constantly biting at it, only making it smaller until Y/N has no brain cell left.

The singular-braincelled Y/N lets out a groan, opening the cereal cabinet with a not necessary force, sticking her hand in the Choco-Shells box and stuffing her mouth with the dry cereal.

"I hope you usually eat more nutritionally than that. Choco-Shells contain copious amounts of sugar that would only make your braincell melt away at a quicker rate than it already is." Dean said, cracking a small smile.

[selarina]

Thinking about the ideal relationship dynamic with older brother’s best friend, Eren Jaeger — your brother and Eren are off to college parties while you sulk about being left behind, and about how the world is unfair up until Eren notices and he’s like “Come on man, she’s cool. She can come.” He then looks at you with the most green you’ve seen in any eyes and asks you, “You’re cool, right?” and you don’t think anyone’s ever focused their eyes on you for that long and you smile.

You do try to play it off like it doesn’t mean anything to you, but you also start perking up, just a little, when he’s around (which you vehemently deny if confronted because that’s your brother’s loser friend. Your brother’s loser friend who voluntarily chooses to hangout with your loser brother). And you start to voluntarily put your book down / remove your headphones / turn off the tv and join in on conversations with the two. You even fake a little laugh when he says something not that funny only to find yourself banging your head against your pillow an hour later.

And eventually when you go off to college, you start finding other boys with dreamy green eyes and you think that you’ve grown out of your crush on him, because you weren’t kidding, he literally is just a loser who hangs out with your loser brother. 

Except he does these little nice things for you once in awhile, like offering to pick you up at the airport when you’re back home for the holidays, offering to help you run errands that your mother has asked you to do, helping you pick out a gift for your brother... just the little things, and you find your insides flopping into itself every single time, over what is possibly only annoyance but it is also possibly, most definitely not annoyance. 

And one night, after denying, and denying, and denying, when the two of you are perched on your balcony because he was helping you move into your own apartment this time. You’re both nursing the soft drinks in your hands, talking about life, and the best toothpaste to use and what not, and before you know it he’s leaning down to kiss you. 

He backs away a little too early for your liking, but his hand comes back up to cup your face, his fingertips brushing over your lips, as he asks, “Was that okay?” And as you’re looking into his fixed green eyes, the same green of the trees that sway outside as you lay next to him in bed that night, you think maybe you never grew out of your crush after all.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

It was only supposed to be a one night stand (part 4, Option YES)

Tw: sexual mentions

damn was hoping u guys would choose no so i could like show off his more yandere aspects but i have enough braincells to only choose one path, anwyasyys ejoyy

Part 3, part 5

You can't believe you're considering it, but you definitely gave him hope. He grinned from ear to ear when you said that you're going to see what you could do. As someone living in a big city, commitment is like the boogeyman to you. Or maybe it's something you also yearn for, but the hookup culture around you makes it near impossible.

Montgomery seems... okay. You don't know how you're going to fare from being a workaholic single and freely fucking strangers from dating apps, to becoming a committed partner to a country bumpkin.

You thought about it and you definitely felt bad. You used him for his money even though he didn't have a lot in the first place, you used him for his body and his time. Yet he's not your boyfriend, he was still under the "friend with benefits" umbrella. Maybe he deserved the promotion, he was nothing but loving and kind to you.

He thanked you profusely and promised ad nauseum that you're going to be loved and have a good time.

You didn't want to eat any more of the soup. It's cold and congealed, you stood up and walked away. He frantically asked where you were going.

You said that you're tired and you didn't want any more of the soup. He offered to reheat it for you, but you didn't respond and retired to your bedroom.

It felt surreal to him and you. Over the following days, Montgomery stayed over at your place. He felt like he was in bliss because after years of hurting his back by sleeping in his cramped car, he gets to sleep in a comfortable bed for a longer period of time. He could stretch and not hit his hand against the roof.

You couldn't believe that you're practically letting him move in. You could be minding your own business and doing chores, and he would come from behind to hug and kiss you. He probably knew that you secretly liked it because your shoves and shouts no longer deter him. He would pick you up and twirl you around at the most random times.

It makes sense his cooking skills are close to none, he's been living in his car for a while now and his mother does the cooking at home. So his tastebuds are accustomed to the chock-full takeout of sodium, oil, and sugar. You tried being nice and cooked him a meal, which he appreciated a lot and finished. But when you're not looking, he would use up to a bottle of hot sauce a meal. You also wondered why your salt and sugar stores were depleting rapidly.

The one thing that confused you is that his presence is rarely felt in the bathroom. At least in the living room, kitchen, and bedroom, he has his own personal belongings strewn around. But not the bathroom aside from his toothbrush and toothpaste. You thought he used your soaps, but it wasn't running out as fast as you expected.

Until one day, you caught him entering the shower with a bottle of dishwashing detergent in his hand. You said nothing and waited to see what he would do.

Once he was done, he returned the liquid soap to the kitchen. Is that why his hair felt like broom bristles? It... does make sense, though. Dish soap can remove the toughest stains and it's cost efficient too especially with his occupation as a construction worker. But it's still bizarre to witness.

Though he can't cook to save his life, he makes the best sweet tea you ever tasted, even though you felt like it would give you diabetes induced gangrene for every sip you take. There is always a pitcher full of it in your fridge.

He drives you to work every single day, pecking you on the forehead goodbye and telling you that he's going to come by for lunch. You're not necessarily spending all your breaks with him though, but now you're considerate enough to tell him if you're going to be with your coworkers.

He would be sulkier and clingier than usual if you went out without him.

You wondered what he did for fun. Observing him wasn't giving you the information you wanted, because as soon as he comes back from a long day of work, he would collapse onto the sofa and doze off- that is if you're both not fucking each other.

He rarely takes days off because he needed the money to keep sustaining his takeout-fuelled lifestyle. Montgomery needs cash more than ever now because he has another mouth to feed, even though you rather cook your groceries instead.

Perhaps he doesn't understand. He said that you must be exhausted from working, cooking will only make your fatigue worse. You think he's forgetting you're working a desk job, not something that requires the calories in a bucket of double deep fried chicken.

"You work so hard everyday." He had a concerned look on his face when you shook your head at the pizza box. "You should rest instead of cooking. I have dinner covered."

He also covers lunch. And breakfast.

Breakfast is usually hotdogs or whatever food stalls are open nearby. Since he has access to your fridge and freezer, you note that he would eat the leftovers or stuff that you rejected. It seems like he reheated it before bringing it to work.

You're slowly accepting him into your life. Sometimes you would pack lunch for him and it never fails to make him kneel in front of you and kiss your knuckles. At least you know that he's grateful no matter how over the top his displays of appreciation were.

He may be messy at times, but he's a good man. He takes out the trash, he wash the dishes and he sweeps the floor. So you could forgive the occasional pair of paint-soiled pants lying on the floor. Unfortunately, your water and electric bills went up because he had to use your washing machine quite frequently. You complained to him about it, and he apologized and insisted on paying your utility bills from now on.

It was weird... to say the least when he spent a week beating himself up for being 'ungentlemanly'. When pressed what he meant by that, he said he felt embarrassed that you're providing for him, while it should be the other way round. So to give his manly pride back, he's also paying for your, student loans, mortgage, and groceries. And other miscellaneous subscriptions that weren't there before meeting him.

The weight of the expenses is visibly wearing him thin. But he keeps going, earning as much as he can to spoil you. More times than you can count, you had to console him because he was comparing himself to rich men in sports cars who could afford to pamper their partners with luxury. He kept thinking that he was this lowly cretin that couldn't even muster the funds to buy you a chic car. Completely dismissing the fact that his paycheck each week solely goes to your personal expenses and none to his savings. Sometimes borrowing fifty bucks from his coworkers just to get you a bouquet of roses that you may or may not have thrown into your compost bin.

You never asked for these costly, but romantic gestures. But he insisted, claiming it was a boyfriend's duty; even seemingly suffering from mental breakdowns if he didn't do them.

It confused you, did this all start because you told him off for using the washer too much? It's not like you blew up at him, you just told him to be mindful of his habits.

Then one day, when both of you had days off, he brought you to the mall to shop. He told you to get whatever you wanted, no price was too high for him. Except, you know at least two-thirds of the goods you eyed at was going to bring him to bankruptcy.

While looking at something from a window, you saw in your reflection, Montgomery watching something.

Shifting your eyes, you spotted him staring at a man carrying shopping bags upon shopping bags for his girlfriend. Then he brought his attention to a couple buying an expensive jewel-crusted necklace in a nearby store. There was a man who gave his husband a credit card, which he then happily pranced into the nearest smartphone store. A woman came out of a salon with fresh acrylic nails, they had intricate designs on it. Must have been pricy, but a man was the one who paid for her appointment, the woman then hooked her arm around an older gentleman's; pecking him on the cheek as they walked away.

He locked his eyes on a man with the most beautiful, long jet-black hair. Dressed head to toe in classy clothes, clacks from his heels reached Montgomery's ears as he walked past him. Not once sparing a glance at your boyfriend, deeming him too insignificant. The stranger adjusted the straps of his very obviously luxury bag on his shoulder. The man clearly extrudes wealth and elegance.

You saw Montgomery's shoulder sag, realizing that his shirt and chore jacket were old and relatively tattered, ruined by old stains. He brought his hands to his rough stubble and sun-spotted skin, he is nothing like the normal inhabitants here. He crossed hugged his arms and hunched his back, attempting to shrink himself.

At first, you didn't get what was he looking and reacting at, because you're used to the scene. Then you realized, he had probably never seen such things occur in his small hometown, he must have noticed it even more since you and he officially became a pair. Making him horribly insecure about his financial standing, he must have felt incredibly left out by the community in the city. Hence the crippling loneliness.

You wonder if you should say anything.

[perplexingluciddreams]

An average day in my life

I want to make a post about an average day in my life, with higher support needs nonverbal autism (with continued late regression), severe ME/CFS, low mobility, hypotonia, and other health things. I need a lot of help with most things, and due to my conditions my everyday life probably looks quite different than many people's.

I tried to write this several times. I started with AAC, but I couldn’t see what I just wrote, so I got lost and jumped about too much. This time I made myself some questions to answer, so I can still use AAC to help with the words, but not get so mixed up. Some of this is written with AAC, some is typed.

Where do I spend most of my time? How do I spend most of my time?

I spend the large majority of my time in my bedroom, and the most of that time is spent in bed.

In bed, the things I do is: watch DVDs or other things on laptop, edit AAC, practice/write with AAC, play games on phone, listen to music.

When I am not in bed, I am listening to loud music in my swing! Best way of regulation for me, keeps me calm.

What does my bedroom look like, how do I have things set up?

I sit up in bed with a big wedge pillow and two normal pillows behind me. I usually have my laptop, iPad, AAC device, DVDs and DVD player, and fidget toys (dummy, chewy, tangle) on the bed with me. I also have an overbed table which always has my glasses and case and juice bottle on it. I change around what is on the table depending on what I am doing at that time.

My LED lights in bedroom is usually on orange or yellow colour, with lights fairly dim. The curtains and blackout blind is always closed.

I have a fan and book light always next to my bed. I have a weighted blanket as my duvet, with five other varying types of blankets on top of it.

What are the other activities I do?

I have some other activities I occasionally do with help and prompts. Sometimes I go downstairs (with stairlift) to watch TV and/or do walking (physiotherapy, walking back and forth with or without AFO braces). I also do walking upstairs, because getting downstairs is a real challenge.

I rarely remember that I have options other than the things I see in front of me, so my parents have to give me choices.

Occasionally Mum ask me if I want to play cards, or do something else not normally do. It depends on how I feel and how loud my brain is, but sometimes I say yes.

What are the few things I can do independently on a daily basis?

I can put shoes and socks on, and take off, by myself! Only with same pair of stretchy shoes, just pull on. I do this several times a day because I wear shoes in swing, but not in bed. So it is a strong motor path.

I can change my hoodie/take it on and off by myself.

I can go between my bed and swing by myself, no prompt. I can walk to go to the toilet and change nappy (diaper) by myself.

I can brush my teeth as long as my toothbrush and toothpaste is brought to me. Sometimes I also need a reminder, or I forget. I am more likely to forget in the evening. I remember better in the morning because I don’t like the taste of my own mouth.

I can drink from my juice bottle and feed myself.

I can put DVDs in and out of DVD player and plug it into laptop. I can choose what I want to watch on a few streaming services. I can navigate a few social media apps, and can even post/message on a couple.

I can use the two different remotes to control my LED lights and sensory light projector.

What is my main struggles and difficulties in an average day?

I can't do much without prompts so these two things (bed and swing) is basically all I can do on my own (I can also go to the toilet without a prompt most of the time, but sometimes I get stuck). I struggle to initiate tasks and transition between tasks. I also can only make my body go on strong motor paths (movement sequences that I do over and over that is strong in my muscle memory), and there is only space in my brain capacity for a small amount of these motor paths at a time. Learning a new motor path and making it strong can make me lose a previous motor path (usually whichever is weakest at that time). This is very limiting.

Even with the pillows I have, it is not enough support. My body is too weak and floppy. My posture is bad and I slide/slump down so I am closer to a lying down position than sitting. I am always in a lot of pain, so I shift around a lot trying to get comfy, but it is never quite right. This is even more for when I sit in swing (or anywhere else), there is next-to-none support there.

If I could, I would be in my swing all the time! But unfortunately I have very low energy due to ME/CFS so a lot of rest is necessary. I find this hard because I need to stim and regulate constantly.

It is necessary that I spend much time alone in my room. If I didn’t, the smallest things would send me into immediate shutdown or meltdown. I can’t be around people much at all, even voices noises is too much. Usually I am only around people for the time when they help me with something, or bring me something.

When I do be around people, even with AAC it is very very difficult for me to communicate - I can do a handful of simple signs but anything more complex is so hard to get out that it usually has to happen when I am on my own in my room (like when I write a post like this). I am sad that I can’t have important or deep conversations with a person in the same room. Most of the important things I communicate to Mum is through Tumblr or WhatsApp.

I am oversensitive to so many things because of sensory issues. I am always dysregulated and I spend so much time trying to keep myself calm with swinging, with out making my health worse.

Often I am much too tired and sore to go downstairs so I am stuck in my bedroom most of the time.

I don't feel many body signals, like my bladder. When I don’t feel the signals at all (or not until too late), combined with getting stuck and not able to initiate go to toilet fast enough, I have accidents. This used to be something I could just about keep on top of, but with regression I no longer can manage it, so I have to wear nappies (diapers). This also adds another task (change nappy) that I have to use my limited brain capacity to learn and hold onto.

I am so fatigued and in pain from doing small things, and my body response to fatigue is often a big trigger for many sensory issues. This often becomes a downward spiral of fatigue response -> sensory bad -> big stim to calm down -> stim makes fatigue worse -> more body fatigue response, etc.

What is my morning routine like?

The first thing that happens in the morning (approximately 9am) is Mum or Dad comes to my bedroom with breakfast and medication. They help prop me up in bed with a big wedge pillow, and two normal pillow behind me. They give me my headphones (I wear almost all day, every day) and help put all my things around me on the bed. They also give me my toothbrush and toothpaste. In the mornings I can’t communicate much at all (only occasionally a few signs), can’t look at another person or do anything that would overwhelm me even a wee bit. It would cause immediate shutdown or meltdown. Shutdown is more likely for the morning time.

What is my mealtime routine like?

Mum or Dad (or very occasionally sister) brings me my food, and if it is a messy food then I put a tea towel over my chest so I don’t get covered in food. I eat while watching something usually, because I need the distraction to not get so stuck. Every time I get new meal or snack brought upstairs to me, I get a fresh bottle of juice also. The bottle is approximately 450ml, and I have 3 meals plus 2 snacks each day. I also get a bottle of water (not juice) brought up with evening meds, so I don’t get sugar on my teeth after I brush them.

I eat the same snacks at the same times every day. I have the same exact breakfast every day, and it has barely changed since I was quite young. I have two lunches, it is the same except for sandwich filling - I eat one for weekdays, one for weekends. Dinner varies, but there is still a predictable amount of choices, and often I eat the same dinner for the same day of the week. Mum sometimes tells me what is for dinner, if it will be different than the usual dinner for that day of the week, or if I ask. But I usually forget by dinner time anyway! 🤷🏻‍♂️

What is my bath time routine like?

With bath, Mum always helps. I need a lot of prompts. I get confused and lost with all the steps. But I have gotten better with practice, and each step have a stronger motor path now. I need Mum to tell me what part comes next.

I use a bath lift to get in and out of the bath.

I can do the physical washing part mostly on my own, sometimes I ask for help with my back. Mum gives verbal prompts and puts the right soap/shampoo in my hand or on washcloth.

Sometimes even with prompts, my brain confuses the steps or the motor paths, and my body does the wrong thing. This happens more recently, because when there is a complex sequence of separate (at least it is stored separately in my brain) motor paths, I can go into “loops” of do same thing over and over. Or my wires get crossed and I simply do the wrong movements.

I can also mostly dry myself (I sit on toilet seat to do it), but Mum always does my back. I can’t dress myself, so once I put on nappy by myself, Mum puts my top on. Then I walk to bedroom and Mum puts my trousers on while I sit on the edge of my bed (it is a better height that sitting on the toilet seat). Then Mum opens deodorant and clicks it up, I put it on myself.

What is my evening/bedtime routine like?

I have poor sleep, usually, and a really weird sleep schedule! My parents go to bed at approximately 10pm (sometimes Mum a bit earlier), and Dad always comes in to tell me goodnight. But I am awake much much after that (usually between 1-3am is when I finally go to bed for sleep). Sometimes I still swing when my parents is in bed, but I try not to swing too late because it can click and make noises.

I stay up and watch things, or play games on phone and listen to music. I often get stuck and cannot transition to go to bed, so I force myself awake for long after I could probably already go to bed.

When I finally manage to force myself to do the bedtime routine (or when my body is so tired it force me), I have to move all the things off the bed (some go on overbed table, some go to charge on the other side of the room). I also then change hoodie from day hoodie to sleep hoodie. I also move big wedge cushion and extra pillow down onto the floor. And put special cushion under my sleep pillow so it is at the perfect angle. Then, finally, I can lie down.

Sometimes I still go on my phone after that, usually to read fanfiction, if I can’t relax enough yet. I also rock back and forth on my side to soothe myself, I have done it since I was very young. I have to put my fan on to sleep, the noise and the feeling on my face is necessary to fall asleep, and it helps keep my temperature okay.

Then, the cycle of morning starts all over again!

[7frenchfries]

[ Sally Face Char. Analysis/Headcanons. ]

(Sal, Ash, Larry, Todd/Neil)

ALPHAS BACK W HER SHITTY AU, what i think it would be like if the cult wasn’t involved in their universe (yet) and they got past hs, main cast is estimated to be 18-19/freshman in college since thats how old I was when I first started writing this, i’m a procrastinator leave me alone :( , (some of the HCs will include the main protagonist but i tried to separate them for people who don’t care lmao), Dw tho most of these are just ab the main characters, we're borderlining between canon/non here, erm- can you tell i was watching south park while writing this?, also if u know me irl don’t think ab how hard I'm projecting onto these characters, take a shot everytime i say ‘really’ or ‘just’, you’ll end up on the floor, additional oc's don't have anything rn bc I'm still figuring out the tl so i’m gonna separate them from ppl who don’t wanna read.

( disclaimer: since he's the main story love interest, Sal will eventually have NSFW hcs at the very bottom of his list once i stop feeling embarrassed about it/ will be linked away for ppl who actually wanna check it out/)

My Sally Face playlist if u wanna listen while reading. DONT come at me if you don’t think it’s accurate, I just use it while writing for SF 🐺

My Sally Face Masterlist (WIP)

(additional oc’s sold separately at the bottom)

(Old fanart I made for my fic last year. Can you tell my brain has been infected?)

❅ Sal Fisher.

▪ He’s obsessed with the flavor of mint(?) only buys mint flavored toothpaste, gum, and well- mints. It's not even for his breath (necessarily) he just eats them like candy.  

▫ Often had panic/anxiety attacks when he was a kid, it’s a lot better now that he’s gotten older but it used to be very bad before he moved to Nockfell. 

(Has never taken Gizmo to professional training, but the felines learned to work/manage around Sals anxiety during an attack and can tell when other people are beginning to get anxious.)

(Bought himself a small cat plushie that looks like Gizmo to hang off his backpack.)

▪ The pink bit of his prosthetic is a piece from his previous mask (the last one was broken from an incident before in Jersey). When Sal and his mom were hospitalized after the attack, Sal chose the color for his mask since he knew pink was his moms favorite and wanted to surprise her when she woke up. 

(He never got to show her because she died of organ failure during the recovery period. So now, Sal just keeps his prosthetic mismatched like that to carry around a piece of his mom everywhere.)

▫ Sal can’t really remember the color of his moms eyes, in his memories she’s just a hazy mob of blonde hair and soft smiles, but his dad used to say he had his moms eyes when he was younger.

▪ The best at words of affirmation. He appreciates physical affection (very very very much), but just isn’t used to it. Likes to reassure and praise the people he loves (doesn’t need to be in a romantic sense, he just cares a lot about the people who choose to be in his life, yk?).

▫  Smells like leather, cigarettes, and mints. He doesn’t wear strong cologne since his nose is sort of sensitive around them.

▪ Adapted this habit of staying ungodly still while he sleeps, continues doing it when he first wakes up in the morning too. He literally looks like a corpse and no one can ever tell if he’s actually sleeping or just laying there. 

▫ Has a fascination with magic tricks. (sorry guys it the undiagnosed ‘tism) specifically with coins and cards. He carries around a pack of playing cards with him at all times to fidget with (wears baggy jeans/cargo pants with lots of pockets that are always full of things(?)). 

(can’t be sneaky AT ALL ‘cause if you hear keys and shit jangling from down the hall, you just know it’s his ass.)

▪ Owns a knife collection and likes to do little tricks with them too. He’s also pretty good at knife throwing but at the expense of hidden holes left around his room due to bad aiming that he covers up with band posters (One time he and Larry played a game of tossing knives at apples stacked on top of each other’s heads and got caught by Lisa. Safe to say that was quickly put to a stop.)

▫  Hard of hearing in his right ear, his auditory nerves are slowly getting worse overtime so he wears a hearing aid. Sometimes if he’s feeling sassy when fighting with Larry, he’ll just take it out and be like “can't hear you,” shrugs and ignores him for like ten minutes (pisses Larry off because he knows Sal can literally hear him just fine from the other ear but he likes being dramatic to prove a point). 

▪  Self-proclaimed professional ghost hunter. He has trouble sleeping at night so sometimes he’ll just go to random places and walk around for hours. He finds abandoned buildings or areas that just give off an unsettling vibe and then text the gc his location being like ‘we should ghost hunt here’/‘lots of ghostly aura’.  

(for some reason everyone just goes with it more often than not, if they’re available at the time. There’s a duffle bag in the back of Sals truck filled with ‘hunting gear’ the groups accumulated over the years, most of which were just mini-projects Todd made).

▪ Actually has a pretty broad music taste. Only really dabbled in metal before meeting Larry. (listens to Weezer, Larry shits on him for it but he could care less.) 

(Deftones changed his life.)

▫ Sleepwear is strictly flannel pants and whatever top is appropriate for the season. (granted, only 1/3rd of his pants are actually his, the rest are stolen from his dad or Larry /pretty sure there's at least one pair of Todds/)

▪ Goes thrifting with Larry high (hits the bong in the car before going in /not based on personal experience lol/).

▫ Owns two pairs of shoes; beat-up old red converse from highschool and some thick black boots (decorated w chains n junk).

▪ Gizmo has a habit he’s adopted from when he was a kitten of hanging off Sals shoulders like a scarf. When Sal was younger (and smaller) he’d do it to choke the boy but now that he’s a bit bigger, Sal just walks around the apartment carrying him casually. 

▫ Skateboards but only at night; he’s a fast learner but he’s also a little clumsy so he falls quite a bit. (to get away from all the stares he and Larry /sometimes the gang/ will just go when it’s deserted. Larry takes the opportunity to smoke and draw large murals/ graffiti art on the courses.)

▪ A relatively safe diver. He’ll need a little help with the blindspots if it’s dark out but overall compared to Larry or Ash, he’s a saint.

▫ He does do drugs sometimes (lmao sorry y’all). It's not as bad as it used to be (and trust me, it was bad) but he’s tried a lot of different substances before. It mostly stemmed from being prescribed a shit load of pain meds when he was a kid after his facial surgery. 

(He knows it's terrible for him and that he needs to quit but he aches for temporary quick-fixes to distract himself /he’s self aware and it keeps him up at night).

▪ It didn’t really become a habit until highschool and he did a pretty good job at hiding it from his friends until Larry found him unceremoniously passed out in the bathroom one morning. 

▫ Yeah. After that he kind of had to cold turkey it and force himself to detach from hard substances. It's been a while since he’s relapsed and he strictly only partakes in one joint a week with Larry but he’s learned to like the mello feeling of inhaling second hand smoke. 

(Kind of why he was originally hesitant about getting on prescription medication for his depression/ that and he hates the hazy numbness that lingers afterwards.)

▪ Refuses to touch alcohol though, mostly because he grew up watching his dad turn to a bottle rather than deal with his own feelings so I don’t think he’ll ever really consider it (kinda also the reason why he’s so grateful to Lisa because Henry improved a lot after moving away from Jersey and getting a new job). 

(he isn't sober but he really is trying to be better)

▫ Sweet tooth like crazy but has a knack for sour candies, but like-obscenely sour. (Freak.)

▪ Anemic, this man is literally transparent (sorry). You can see the veins running up and down his wrists tho :) (‘n some of them pop out a little bit/ even more so when he plays guitar).

▫ Cold hands. Skinny-ish fingers, but they’re long and his finger knuckles are a bit bulky. (The skin is surprisingly soft despite the scabbed scars on his knuckles.) (like i said; self improvement at a linear rate or whatever.)

▪ Kind of becomes a workout junkie with Larry towards the end of highschool when he first tried getting off substances. (He can’t really overwork himself because of his asthma at times but he’s learned to enjoy it) They used to go to the public gym but now have a set up in Larry’s room. 

▫  Loves beach/lake days with the group, hates swimming/or getting his hair wet. Sure, the idea is fun but the water’s always cold, and his clothes always feel heavy and sticky- no. (the most you’ll get out of him is dipping his feet ‘n legs into the water and that’s it)

▪ Still wears old band-tees from middle/highschool but since he’s a bit bulkier now they fit a lot better. 

▫  Has a 200+ photo album of nonsensical twitter posts/memes he giggles at (will send in his new favorites into the group chat monthly) 

▪  Slight jersey accent lowkey, was way more prominent when he first arrived at Nockfell. It's drowned out more now, but whenever he’s angry/annoyed, it’ll slip through a few syllables. 

▫  Learning how to speak spanish. Lisa and Larry teach him a little bit day by day (even though Larry definitely had a period of time where he was tricking Sal into saying unhinged shit without knowing).

(Sal found out and shot Larry in the face with a water gun shortly after/ now he no longer trusts Larry anytime his brother asks him to repeat certain phrases he doesn’t understand yet.) 

▪ (sassy man apocalypse tbh)

▫ Has the kind of ‘tism where he’s obsessed with music. Writes and composes his own songs written in a (diary) journal hidden inside his pillow, but there’s no way he’d actively show anyone else. 

(Sometimes when everyone is hanging out together, he’ll play them some chords but refuses to tell them where he heard it from, likes pretending the secret music he makes is some other underground artist he’s gatekeeping lmao.)

▪ Has created multiple playlists dedicated to his friends, gets really into it and then spends hours curating them.

▫ Piercing count : snake bite, 5-10 mm gauges in his ears (i'm not too familiar with the sizing for them but like a pinkie size), two helix and a tragus on his right ear, one helix on his left (he had another but that one healed wrong so he let the hole close up) and two lobe studs above the gages. 

(not a piercing but his tongue is forked lol. He’s into body modifications lowkey but only because he’s like there’s nothing worse than getting shot in the face. Lmao sorry.) 

( not that educated regarding piercings but i tried) 

▪ (exclusively) wears silver jewelry. His favorite is a ring that was apparently from his deceased grandfather on his mothers side; it’s a thick band with a shiny black diamond encased in the middle (it only fits on his thumb tho).

(wears specifically chunky vintage rings)

▫ He only has sparse patches of eyebrow hair on the side where his scarring is so he cut a slit into his brow on the other side to ‘match’ (Larry did the same thing on his right eyebrow to copy Sal in HS before he got his piercings).

▪ Does wears makeup (it’s only really eyeliner/and sometimes a dark eyeshadow but nothing for his face, his skin is too sensitive and it causes breakouts underneath his mask if worn for prolonged periods/ he has to be careful around his scarred eye too, nothing too close to the waterline or else it might get irritated). Has tried gothic makeup before, in the comfort of his own room. 

(One night, Larry woke up to some sounds coming from down the hall and in his half-sleepy ridden state, he nearly shit himself because he thought he saw a ghost. In actuality, it was just Sal coming out of the dark bathroom, face ghostly white with black markings sharpening his features, and the surrounding darkness did NOT help (Larry’s vision is shit. He literally thought he saw a demon again). Sal- (who was sleep deprived, running off three Red Bulls and a pack of cigarettes) only blinked in confusion when he heard Larry's door slam shut because he thought his brother was sleeping already but didn’t think much of it before sluggishly making his way back to his room.)

(nightcrawler Sal who refuses to turn on the hallway light at night when he goes to the bathroom because it’s “a bother”. He thinks everyone’s being concerned for him when they ask him to turn the lights on, when in reality he’s just accidentally scaring the shit out of his family atp.)

▫ Wears black nail polish most of the time but he doesn’t mind other colors, his favorites to use are purple or red.

▪  Has a very intricate spine tattoo that vaguely resembles a thin abstract centipede Larry designed for him (starts from the very edge of his back hairline, reaches down to his upper tailbone).

▫ Owns a display box full of different eye prosthetics. He's played around with a bunch of different colors and fun pupil shapes before but usually just sticks to colors similar to his own eye.

❅  Ash(ley) Campbell.

(kinda sad bc I feel like I don't have enough hcs for Ash :( I looked up as much as I could but there's not a lot of fics/hcs for her. )

▪ Has a younger brother (Benjamin) there's quite an age difference between them (19 and 4 years old). She adores him though, dresses him up every halloween/holiday and has a photo collection of his costumes throughout the years. 

▫ Her motorcycle is an old bike gifted to her by her dad when she turned seventeen. That same summer, she learned how to work on it, fixing it up and cleaning out the gears with her dad.

(Ash being one of the only other people in the group that has a normal relationship w/ her parents lmao)

▪ Chronic nail biter so they’re always short. Uses black polish religiously, doesn’t like extensions because they never last long and get in the way (the last time she got them, she ended up chewing through the acrylic/ tastes like actual shit and she swore never again).

▫ She has a spam/private account on every social media page, mostly just live tweets while hanging out with the guys to complain about them (I say them like it’s not mostly Larry doing stupid, loud shit in the butt-fuck middle of nowhere during a ghosthunt).

▪ Post low-grade quality pictures of Larry so people will stop simping for him (it doesn’t even work, they always want more of him). 

▫ Loves watching long commentary videos about Reddit forms, her favorites are the shitty two horror story sentences and AITAO.  

▪ Has a pet garter snake! His name is Riddler (don't ask, you don't wanna know) but she calls him Ridley. She has a personal preference for reptiles and has owned a few different ones before. 

▫ Used to be a theater kid all throughout middle/up till early high school (still listens to Hamilton like it’s her dirty little secret).

▪ Smells like jasmine and kinda earthy(?). Likes the smell of jasmine perfume because it's her moms favorite scent.

▫ My favorite man hating lesbian fr, always putting Larry in his place. 

(that being said, they both bring out the competitive side from each other, drinking games are the worst because at that point they’re just trying to see who can withstand blacking out first)

▪ Ash usually only takes photographs but has been dabbling with video recording as of late since she does them for the groups ghost hunting adventures (it’s mostly just to keep track of things and watch for ‘anomalies’).

(The closest thing you’ll get to a group vlog is funny clips she posts from editing the ghost hunting footage.)

▫ She’s kind of a lense/camera freak (like markiplier iykyk), Ash has owned a lot of different cameras over the years and has gotten to know what specific things she might like about them. So now, she’s kind of picky about her cameras- she just wants the perfect pictures fr. 

▪ Her walls are lined with polaroids. She likes taking nature shots whenever the gang goes out to explore any woodsy area but most of her favorite pictures are ones of her friends or family. She got her first baby camera when she was like twelve and hasn’t stopped since then so she’s taken A LOT of pictures. There are some in boxes, hidden away in her family's attic, but most of them are inside picture books she’s collected and curated over the years.

▫ Loves the concept of being a plant mom but will literally kill anything green within a 10ft radius.

▪ Not strictly monogamous, she’s pretty open about sexuality and intimacy. (not in a bragging way, but bc she doesn’t think sex is something that you should be afraid of(?) (in moderation ofc).

▫ Has freckles! She mostly only has them on her face but they come out more in the summertime. If it gets hot outside and she wears a top showing skin, you’ll see the speckles of them on her back and chest.

▪ Also not that easy to win over romantically. She’s just having fun for now but she’s not against a relationship (has yet to find someone she’s serious about, but when she does meet someone she's into, she will be upfront about it pretty quickly).

▫  THE girl's girl- she loves women. not even because of her sexuality she just appreciates women sm, and would give the world to make a girls day (even if they’re strangers).

▪ Mapple is her childhood best friend, they met in middle school at theater (maple was more of a tech crew girl tho).

▫  She's not into self-deprecating humor. Especially if you're her friend, she doesn’t like it when people put themselves down, even if it’s meant as a joke she won’t find it funny.

▪ Still has yet to cry in front of any of the boys. She advocates for communication and talking about your emotions but still tries to look strong in front of others. (it's the eldest sister in her)

▫ Her bedroom walls have been the same eye-itching vibrant purple color since she was a little kid. She hates it(?) but kind of loves it(??) so it’s staying for now. Most of her walls are covered in pictures and posters anyway, so it’s easy to ignore.

▪ Confrontational, will address an issue with you if she thinks there is one (it's only bc she cares about her friends, yk? She wants there to be no miscommunication because she thinks it could be easily avoidable).

▫ Piercing count : Has a smiley, a stud on her left nostril, and an industrial on her right ear.

▪ Likes metal but prefers softer-more alternative/indie-rock vibes. 

(her playlists are best for late night drives home)

▫  Laser tag god. Her and Larry are pretty on par with each-other skill wise, she’s good strategically and is stealthy/ Larry shoots like a madman but he's fast, puts his whole pussy into full body dodging an attack (there's definitely been times where they decided to team up and take out everyone else to share the prize. 50/50 chance at the end where one might betray the other just to gain an upper hand).

▪ Comfort accessory is her biker gloves; plain-black leather and fingerless. It’s practical for her bike and she thinks they make her outfits cuter (she’s right).

▫  Leftie, learned how to use her other hand but her handwriting isn’t as consistent with her right one. (Larry calls her the double handed devil.)

▪ Has perfected her everyday makeup look, has been doing it since highschool (she used to wear falsies but is now a mascara girlie, chalk it up to laziness tbh)

(Black eyeliner 4ever tho. You could never make her get rid of it.)

▫ Ultimate sleeper build. She’s tall, the third tallest out of the main group and she’s lean too. If she doesn’t wear hoodies or sweaters that hide her figure, it wouldn’t be hard to notice the slight muscles that protruded out with her every move. 

(She doesn’t work out as often as Larry or Sal but she still looks so good omg.)

▪ Erm. Also in my AU, Ash is kinda masc(?) she just likes wearing boy clothes because they’re more comfortable and she hates wearing a bra. 

(She still sluts it out every once in a while tho, don’t get me wrong.)

▫ Has cut and colored her own hair since early middle school. In her sophomore year, she chopped all her hair off into a really short pixie cut because it honestly felt like deadweight. She’s been wearing her hair short ever since, now she doesn't really let it grow past her chin.

▪ She’s actually gained a few followers online (like A LOT) since she’s so active and is relatively popular. She doesn’t talk to everybody but she’s nice to her classmates and other acquaintances, so people love her.

(Her feed is entertaining to viewers since she’s always out doing something, either by herself or with the gang. Most of the time, she just posts pictures she takes of her friends or parties they go to.)

▫ Started sending in overly dramatic, heavily fonted texts into the group chat after seeing it online. Todd hates it so sometimes the others will copy her and button spam in glittery fonts and emojis until Todd turns his phone onto DND.

▪ Look- Ashley’s known her friends for forever, practically most of her life by now. And she loves them, she really does, but god was she happy to finally befriend another girl other than Maple.

❅ Larry Johnson. 

▪ Larry is unlabeled, he doesn’t have any specific preferences. He gets crushes easily but they never really evolve more than that. He’s never been in a committed relationship yet, the longest relationship he had was with Ash in freshman year (they dated for like a week before they realized there was no romantic chemistry).

(they laugh about it now)

▫  Likes to skateboard (has a collection of old boards hung on his wall) and he’s pretty good at it. He broke his nose when he was sixteen attempting a kickflip (drunk) off a stair railing. It healed back a little crooked ever since. (also chipped his right front tooth in the process) 

▪ He has a shelf above his bed lined with a miscellaneous bong collection. He's gathered a few over the past year, either gifted to him or bought by friends.

▫  Obsessed with incense so his room always smells like them to cover up the persisting weed scent (an ex-situationship introduced them to him and he just picked up the hobby).

▪ Currently working two jobs, a pizza place and a part-timer at a tattoo shop. He's planning on quitting soon to be a full time Tattoo artist.

(he’s already given most of the gang piercings/or tattoos)

▫  Tats and pierces himself, he can manage fine with getting tats but cringes at any type of piercing needles. (also HATES getting shots) it’s kind of funny considering how many piercings he has but each time he gets a new one, he still acts like a baby about it. 

▪ Larry had a stillborn little sister, devastated by her loss; his parents never told him if they had a name planned so he came up with one on his own. Isabella. (sometimes he’ll look at the stars and talk to her, calls her Isa)

(Larry never knew of his dads.. Otherworldly origins but he does feel a pull towards the stars and sky. He finds it funny how they bring him comfort and he doesn’t even know why.)

▫  Strictly only buys watermelon flavored gum.

▪ Got called out by teachers a lot when he was still in school. He’s not a terrible student, and it’s not like he’s trying to be rude; he just believes that people should earn his respect. And it's not hard too, as long as you’re not a dick, Larry’s pretty chill but he’s too laid back and blunt for old people to tolerate (granted, the everlasting weed stench that sticks to his clothes everywhere he goes doesn’t help much either).

(not inclined to listen to positions of authority, other than his mother) (‘respects where respect is due’ or whatever that one guy said)

▫ Type of bro to keep one arm around your shoulder after a hug. He’s already as tall as an oak tree, but since he’s started working out his arms are HUGE. (basically, he gives the best hugs)  

▪ Barely cares about his personal hygiene (sorry y’all but trust, he was WAY stinkier in hs) but has an in-depth, weekly hair care routine where Lisa will oil his scalp while he complains to her about whatever drama is going on at work or school. 

▫   Lisa waxes his eyebrows too, or threads them (depending on her mood) (which btw he has those perfect 2016 eyebrows istg). 

▪ Smells like weed, and faintly of campfire smoke and maple. He has a specific cologne that he’s always doused head-to-toe in (Sally doesn't let him spray it inside the car or else he’ll start sneezing like crazy so Larry has to wait until the drive is over to spray himself down). 

▫ Hot tempered. He can easily get irritated by others if they say the wrong thing the wrong way (can control it better if he’s around his friends). But on the off chance someone is messing with say Sal or the girls? Larry’s stepping in like an overprotective mama bear, doesn’t matter how big the other guy is, he’ll still take him on.

(He’s the eldest of the group, and even though he’s usually the one causing trouble or being silly, he still feels responsible for everyone if anything happens (and Larry draws the line when it comes to harassment towards his friends))

▪ After finding bands he likes (if they’re popular enough) he’ll watch movie documentaries/or video essays about the group. 

▫  Does, in fact, own a friendship bracelet making kit for when he and his friends are stoned (wears whatever bracelets his friends make for him on his left wrist/ shows them off at work to his coworkers like a proud dad). 

▪  Owns a lion stuffie from when he was a child, it’s dirty and tattered (basically looks like a questionable dishrag) but he refuses to let it go. 

“His name is King Bart and he will be buried with me when I die.”/ “Dude, what the fuck?-”

▫  Sometimes puts his hair into a braid while he’s painting, other times he’ll just use a claw clip he stole from Ash (pre-lesbian chop).

(doesn’t like it if strangers touch his hair but will let the girls play with it; braid, brush, doesn’t care as long as he can keep himself busy.)

▪ Bad vision, istg he’s always squinting at everything. He isn’t even high; he just can’t see and refuses to wear his real glasses (even though they’re literally sitting on his nightstand). 

▫  Has SO many moles and body freckles. His skin is really sensitive to scented products and he has mild eczema. (it’s mostly on his shoulders/upper arms and chest) 

(since Yuné has eczema too she’ll help/remind him to apply his ointments) 

▪ THE cockiest mf during a game, doesn’t matter if it’s something small or even if he’s absolute dog shit at it. (WILL shit talk you throughout the entire game to piss you off/catch you off guard. but if he ends up losing, he’ll act like he let you win/ ignore the fact he came in last place)

▫  Has a ‘secret’ pet rabbit named Bombon. He still hasn’t told Lisa about her (she literally knows). He originally bought it because he felt bad for blowing up Mrs. Gibson's rabbit but he was too nervous to actually give it to her. 

▪ Second to Todd, he’s also a hardcore gamer, he likes horror games/or anything with co-op. The whole gang will get on occasionally but it’s mostly him and todd. (he was an among us fanatic when it first came out/but not in the meme way, it was his special interest for like five months and he forced the others to play with him) 

(type of mf that would keep count of how long someone spent at a task station and then accuse them of being the imposter. AND HE WAS RIGHT TOO.)

▫ Into video games but not that big of a fan of general social media. He just doesn’t really think about it since he’s always so busy, doesn’t feel the need to post things unless it's his art or if he and the gang went somewhere together (but will also be the first person to like your post/tweet). 

(def has notifications turned on for all his friends)

▪ Always found a way to get a job ever since he could have one. He’s skilled in random things because of the different amount of odd-jobs he’s had over the years. 

▫ He also has a motorcycle that was gifted to him from Lisa, originally owned by his dad, so it was pretty old but Lisa wanted to wait until he was a bit older to ride it. (Mostly out of concern for his safety lmao) Ash had to help show him how to clean and get it working.

▪ He usually just drives his shitty Honda accord bc it’s more convenient going to and from his jobs in a real car. But sometimes he and Ash will ride their bikes together. 

▫ He’s the type of mf to wear a tee-shirt while it’s literally snowing outside and would still make fun of you?? For being cold???

▪ People might think he's a bit of a troublemaker but he really does care about what his mom thinks of him. It would kill him if he ever disappointed her, they became a lot closer after his dad’s disappearance and he doesn’t want to see Lisa in a state like that ever again.

▫ Chronic head-patter. He towers over everyone in the group (even tho he and Todd are pretty close in size, it doesn’t stop him) so he’s always giving someone a head pat, or keeping an arm around them. He’s just rlly touchy but and doesn’t even realize it, his body just moves that way naturally.

▪ Needs at least two hair ties if he wants to wear his hair up, which is why he prefers claw clips.

▫   He’s helping Sal learn spanish but if anyone asks him to translate a meme that he thinks is actually funny, he won’t tell them what it means (and then he’ll save the picture for later while just giggling to himself).

▪ Piercing count : Has a septum, bridge piercing, two on his left brow, two helix in his right ear and then stitched out gages (his tongue is pierced too)

❅ Todd Morrision/ Neil Douglas.

 ( I put Todd and Neil together bc I don't think I have enough for either of them, also I see them as an unbreakable pair, cannot make a head canon for one without adding the other. #soulmates)

▪ Todd is a horror fanatic, specifically for sci-fi heavy plots, anything with a lot of technical charm and visual effects. Neil will sit through them for Todd (he enjoys them, yeah) but he prefers shitty rom-coms, though. When they have movie date nights, the two of them will just binge watch Aliens and Neil lets Todd quote basically all the lines (even if they both have the movies memorized at this point).

▫  Neil smells like neroli and freshly brewed coffee/ Todd smells like vanilla and baby powder. 

▪ Neil is a coffee enthusiast, but not in the performative tiktok way where he makes a show out of drip brewing, his daily coffee to water ratio intake is insane. 

(he also eats those little caramel flavored candies all the time, and keeps at least two in his wallet.)

▫ Todd will drink coffee but only black (like a FREAK), he usually prefers energy drinks but they lowkey taste like battery acid. (Yuné made the mistake of taking an offered sip from his can during lunch and almost hacked all over the table).

▪ Toward their final years of college, Todd and Neil move into an apartment together and invite the gang out to go home decor shopping with them. (candle shopping w them>>)

▫ Todd experiences hand tremors and is epileptic.

▪ Todd is also a part of the eczema gang lmao. Usually appears on the back of his hands or forearms, it's mostly because he likes to experiment around with his inventions and shit gloveless (Todd says fuck OSHA).

(not really, he just honestly forgets and hates the feeling of his hands being suffocated).

▫ Todd is the one in the relationship who has to get the spiders ‘n bugs because Neil will shit his pants if he sees one (one time Neil saw a spider in the corner of Todd’s tub during a shower and he shrieked so loudly Sal even walkie-talkied them to make sure the apartment wasn’t being haunted again).

▪ Bonus: Todd doesn’t even care at all about the bugs. If it’s in his own house, he’s honestly fine with them existing there as long as it’s not an invasive or poisonous species. But he’ll take them outside for Neil, just to get him to calm down (doesn’t quite work bc Todd grabs them with his bare hands and that freaks Neil out even more). 

▫ Neil goes to a different school than the gang on the outskirts of Nockfell because that's the closest beauty school (it's about an hour drive from the Addison apartments but he still comes down to see Todd every weekend).

▪ Neil is a cosmetologist, specifically a hairdresser. Todd is currently a psychology/engineering major.

▫ When he’s not coding or making an experimental engineering project, Todd likes to play video games. He’s literally goated man idk. It takes Todd less than a day to become really good at a game.

(Irritates Larry because he’ll literally be the one to introduce Todd to a specific game, only to find out a week later the redhead is significantly better than he is). 

▪ While Todd's considered the more quiet one in the group, when he’s with Neil, he never stops talking. Whether it’s about school, or games, or his latest fixated movie series-  Neil is a great listener, so it’s really easy for Todd to feel comfortable around him (not that he isn't comfortable around his friends but with Neil it’s different).

▫ Todd doesn’t like needles either but Larry convinced him to get one tattoo so the latter could get his “practice” in ( so TODD HAS A SMILEY FACE ON HIS BUTT IDC). 

▪ Neil’s chill with needles, he actually really likes getting tattooed by Larry a lot. Surprisingly enough, Larry’s pretty serious about his passion for tattooing and he makes the experience enjoyable ( included with small talk and snacks). 

▫ Neil makes fun of Todd every summer because the redhead is just as transparent as Sal is so he cooks under the sun. Give it like ten minutes before Todd's all red and sweaty- god forbid he shows his arms to the sunlight without some form of protection, he’d literally burn alive.

▪ Neil is the type of boyfriend who’s really sweet and affectionate, likes to do things romantically by the textbooks/ but the way Todd shows affection is by calling him dude bro and doxing anyone that messes with Neil (jk kind of). 

▫ Okay, Todd doesn't dox people… but if say Larry was getting pissy over voicechat with some random dick during a game.. All he has to do is send Todd the message and the poor guy will suddenly find his home address leaked in the chat.

❅ General Group Hc's.

(super random but since i was in school i thought about this)

▪Larry has super coarse/thick hair. It’s not tightly curled, but the natural beach waves go CRAZY. (you’d think this man goes to sleep in a roller set omfg) His mom has naturally curly hair but her curls have fallen out over time from heat damage. (Lisa just usually wears her hair up anyways but she has thought about bringing the curls back) 

▫  Sal’s hair is pretty fine and straight. (it’s SUPER soft tho). He cuts his own hair with his dads old straight razors. He never brushes it so it keeps its poof shape(?) (if you dump water on his hair he’ll look like a wet cat) 

(he’s naturally blond) re-colors his hair every two-three weeks. (also i can’t remember if this is canon or not/ but i hc that since he and his dad aren’t super close, henry decided to color his hair to match w sal/he’s kinda awkward but he’s trying to make an effort)

▪ Ash has medium-coarse hair, it’s pretty straight. (before her big chop) her hair was really heat resistant so it never stayed even if it was curled. In highschool she used to have random strands of colors throughout her head which faded out. (by the time of senior year she cut it all off into a short-short pixie and has been growing it ever since/w some regular trims)

▫ Also side note but Todd has really curly hair but was never taught how to maintain them until he met Neil. Since then Todd and Neil help each other with their hair, Todd’s trying to learn how to do natural/protective styles for Neil (he’s gotten really good at semi- freeform locs bc it’s Neil’s favorite way to have his hair). And Neil will help him detangle and moisturize his hair after a shower while they talk or relax.  

(Larry never really felt the need to cut his hair but WAS convinced into getting an under layer buzz cut in sophomore year that he’s currently growing out (around that time he did wear his hair up a lot))

▫  (when she had longer hair) Ash and Larry created a routine of pulling on each other's hair. At first it was an accident, Ash just wanted to get his attention for something and tugged on his hair (it wasn’t even hard) but after that Larry did it back to her in retaliation (MUCH HARDER THAN SHE DID) (he’s so brother core omfg, like a literal menace to society). And then the game just kept going on from there. 

(okay, now let's pretend I didn't just spend the last five minutes talking about literal hair. I'm insane, ik.)

▪  Larry likes black licorice, Yuné likes the red kind; Sal and Ash just hate licorice in general and definitely poke fun at the other two for subjecting themselves to it. (i don’t really see Todd being a BIG sweets person but i do think he like sour candies) 

▫ Larry and Sal have a tradition where they hangout once a week up in the treehouse alone. They just smoke and listen to music, talking about their shitty days or letting the silence comfort them when things get too much.

▪ Ash forced Yuné into watching Gossip Girl for like three days straight, started off as a ‘go piss girl’ joke Yuné didn’t understand and suddenly they’re three seasons in (i’ve never watched an episode of GG). 

(The group has monthly sleepovers, the designated place will rotate between each person’s home but if they’re sleeping at Ashley’s, her and Yuné will force the boys to watch Rupaul's Drag Race w/ them. Larry and surprisingly Todd(?) really like Bad Girls Club/ messy bitches that live for drama tbh.)

▫  Since both Todd and Larry are horror movie connoisseurs (self-proclaimed), the latter likes to propose absurd questions to the group like ‘which movie villain would beat who’  or ‘would you smash freddy Krueger for one night if it meant your insides could withstand his claws’... shit like that. 

(And Larry takes his horror movie debates VERY seriously, even if you find better contextual evidence against him, he’s still standing his ground)

▪  Sal runs cold so he’s always wearing socks (white socks only) but Larry refuses to wear them inside the house no matter how cold his feet get. Sometimes he’ll put his cold feet on Sals leg just to bother him (like when they’re playing games to throw him off/or at the dinner table. Usually ends with them ‘playing footsie’ (they’re kicking each other as hard as they can in the shins))

▫  Sally’s chronically online in the way where he likes to scan the internet to save funny, relatable memes/ Ash IS chronically online- but to the point where she knows everything that’s happening right now on each of the forums. Larry’s too busy to be worried about social media stuff but he does enjoy getting the occasional low grade reaction pictures from Sal, and Ash always keeps him updated on any current events on the timeline anyways, so there’s no point. 

(Sometimes Ash will talk with brain rot vocabulary and it throws Larry off so hard. But it’s funny watching his expressions afterwards when she tries explaining it to him)

 “... that’s stupid as fuck.” / “I know, dumbass. That’s the point.” 

▪  (for future reference) Chug and Maple went to uni for about two years before having Soda.

(Woah there. haha i totally did not forget ab Chug and Maple other than this one Hc… spare me..?)

▫ Chug is such a girl dad tho omg. I see him working a blue-collar type of job so he’s also too busy to be chronically online like some of the others. But on the few occasions he is posting, it’s mostly just about Maple and Soda. 

▪ Soda is so spoiled because she’s the first kid out of the group, everyone likes getting her gifts and toys. Sometimes if Chug wants to take Maple out on a date, the others will watch her for them. 

▫   Travis and Larry used to be close friends as children but got distant after Travis’ dad got worse and Larry’s fathers disappearance. Travis started to take his frustration out on other kids (i see larry as the type to defend others, especially if they’re not the type to fight back) and it caused resentment on both sides.

(Also unsure of which chapter I'm gonna put this in, but Travis leaves Nockfell with his parents right after senior year because the church was trying to spread and migrate around the country to sister organizations.) 

▪ Yuné and Ash bake together! The boys can’t cook for shit, save for Todd who only knows a few recipes from his parents (he’s still not really a baker though) and Neil . 

(Neil can cook but he’s the type to say he’s going to make something simple and it ends up taking over two hours but the result is a five course meal so it’s definitely worth it. )

▫ But they still like hanging around when the girls bake. Mostly to just watch and mess with shit (Sal’s a good boy only when Larry isn’t roping him into things, and Todd will watch and maybe help with easy stuff like stirring or grabbing ingredients).

▪ Sometimes on rare days when he’s not busy, Neil will come by and he’ll actually help them unlike some people... Larry takes the liberty of eating their creations, and since he’s a FREAK, half the time he doesn’t even wait for it to cool down before he’s shoveling the steaming sweet treats into his mouth like a squirrel saving for winter. 

▫ They're not sure why, but ever since elementary school Ash and Larry have always had at least one class together in their schedules. They only became friends in middle school but have been growing up around each other for forEVER.

[thecozycat]

🧡 Tuesday Tips #4: 🧡 50 Reasons to Build a Personal Website Instead of Relying on Social Media

So you’ve been thinking about making a personal website, huh? Maybe you're feeling a little burned out from ad bombardments, or just social media in general lately. Good news: you’re not alone. There’s a growing group of people carving out cozy corners of the internet that are completely their own. We call it the Small Web (also known as the Indie Web), and it’s honestly kind of magical.

Still not sure if you're ready to dive in? Here are 50 reasons why building a personal website beats relying on social media. (Warning: may cause spontaneous domain name purchases.)

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1. It’s yours. Like, actually yours.

When you post on social media, you're essentially renting space. Your content can be removed, shadowbanned, or buried at any time without warning. With your own site, you're the landlord, the designer, and the content creator all rolled into one. It’s digital ownership in its purest form.

2. No weird algorithm whispering.

Social media is a game of guessing what the algorithm wants. One day, it loves video. The next, it punishes you for posting too much. With a personal website, what you post is what people see—no weird magic tricks required.

3. No ads.

Unless you choose to put them there. Your website doesn’t need to shout at visitors to buy toothpaste or download the latest app. It can just be a calm, ad-free oasis of you.

4. Zero doomscrolling.

You know the drill. You go on to post something and 45 minutes later you’re deep into a thread of rage. Your personal site? No feed, no drama. (You can create a blog feed though via RSS if you want to!)

5. You can make it look exactly how you want.

Want a sparkly cursor? A cozy vintage theme? Maybe a floating cat gif? Go for it. Your site is your canvas, and there are no design police.

6. You get to be weird.

Weird is welcome. In fact, it's encouraged. Build a shrine to your favorite childhood cartoon or create a digital bookshelf of every novel you’ve ever loved. There are no rules here.

7. You’ll learn cool stuff.

Even if you’re starting with zero knowledge, making a website teaches you things—HTML, CSS, design, structure, creative writing. It’s the kind of learning that feels like playing.

8. You can make it feel like a digital home.

Social profiles are rented apartments. Your website? A house you get to decorate, organize, and live in. It becomes a familiar, comfortable space that reflects you.

9. No one’s watching your every move.

Unlike social media platforms, which track everything you do to serve you ads, your website can be a surveillance-free zone. Visitors can hang out without being followed around the internet afterward.

10. You’re not competing for likes.

There’s no like button on your site (unless you want one). So you’re free to post what you love, not what will perform best in a popularity contest.

11. You set the vibe.

Want lo-fi music autoplaying in the background? Go for it. Want every page to start with a motivational quote or your cat's daily wisdom? It’s all up to you. Your site, your mood.

12. It can evolve with you.

Unlike a locked-down profile, your personal site can grow, change, and shift over time. Turn your blog into a portfolio. Make your old art gallery a recipe archive. It’s a living space.

13. No random feature changes.

Remember when Instagram tried to become TikTok overnight? Yeah. Your website isn’t going to suddenly switch up on you because a CEO changed their mind. Stability, baby. You make the rules.

14. You decide what stays up.

Posts don’t disappear unless you want them to. No mysterious removals. No content warnings slapped on your grandma's casserole recipe.

15. You won’t get locked out.

Unless you forget your password (write it down!), you can’t get banned from your own website. No more waking up to “your account has been suspended” emails.

16. You control the narrative.

Algorithms love to de-contextualize things. Your website gives you the full story. A place to explain, explore, and express on your own terms.

17. People visit because they want to.

They didn’t stumble in while scrolling. They came to see you. That kind of intentionality makes every visit feel a little more meaningful.

18. You can make timeless content.

Instead of disappearing into a sea of tweets, your thoughts can live forever on a well-organized blog post or static page. Evergreen content has a real home on the web.

19. It helps you build your digital legacy.

Someday, people will want to know who you were. Your website is a time capsule. A treasure map. A story of who you are in your own words.

20. You can connect without the chaos.

Guestbooks, comment sections, or even email forms let people reach out without the noise of DMs, trolls, or spam bots.

21. No character limits.

Got a lot to say? Say it. You're not confined to 280 characters or forced to cut down your thoughts to fit a format. Write a sentence or an essay—your site doesn’t care.

22. You can build your own community.

With a little creativity, you can add forums, guestbooks, chat boxes, or webrings. Create a cozy club of like-minded folks without relying on corporate platforms.

23. It’s immune to social media shutdowns.

When a platform dies or gets bought out and ruined (*cough* Twitter), your site doesn’t flinch. It’s still there, waiting for visitors.

24. You can express yourself fully.

From color schemes to quirky fonts and animated gifs, you’re not boxed into a single identity photo and bio. Let your personality spill into every page.

25. There are no trolls unless you invite them.

You can moderate comments or remove them entirely. Unlike public platforms, you don’t have to tolerate abuse, spam, or bad vibes.

26. You get to experiment freely.

Try a new blog format, embed a mini-game, host a digital pet. You can play and break things and rebuild—all without anyone watching.

27. It gives you creative freedom.

Poetry, zines, recipes, fiction, rants, longform essays, audio diaries—whatever you make, there’s space for it.

28. Your content won’t be buried.

On social media, your posts vanish/become irrelevant within hours. On your site, people can discover things you wrote years ago just as easily as something from yesterday.

29. You can showcase your work beautifully.

Whether you're a photographer, writer, or crocheter, your site can act as a curated gallery. Show off what you’re proud of without it being surrounded by chaos.

30. It’s a great place to archive.

Old blog posts, artwork, digital journals—your site becomes a place to store your memories, milestones, and the things that matter most to you.

31. You can link out to cool stuff.

Unlike platforms that try to trap you inside their walls, your website can point people to other places you love, including friends’ sites, resources, or secret gems.

32. You’re not a product.

Social media thrives on turning users into data. Your website doesn’t track or manipulate you. It’s just… yours. That's it! There's no catch.

33. It doesn’t interrupt you.

No notifications. No infinite scroll. Just a peaceful little world that sits quietly until you decide to update it.

34. You’ll meet kindred spirits.

People who find personal websites often do so intentionally. They’re curious, thoughtful, and usually pretty lovely. Great ingredients for real connection.

35. You can revisit and reflect.

Years later, reading your old posts can feel like a time machine. Your site becomes a living archive of your thoughts, dreams, and progress.

36. It makes you more mindful.

Without the instant gratification loop of likes and retweets, you might find yourself thinking more deeply about what you post and why.

37. It’s free of FOMO.

You’re not constantly seeing other people’s highlight reels and comparing your behind-the-scenes. Your site focuses on you, not everyone else.

38. You can go slow.

No need to keep up with trends or daily posts. Update when you feel like it. Take a break. Come back refreshed. Your site will still be there.

39. You can use your own domain.

Having yourname.com just feels cool, right? It’s like planting a flag in your own corner of the internet.

40. You don’t have to chase followers.

Instead of playing the growth game, you can focus on making cool stuff. The people who find you will be the ones who genuinely care.

41. It encourages intentionality.

Because updates aren’t instant, you’ll likely spend more time crafting your content. That care shows, and it makes your site feel special.

42. You can build your own tools.

Want a mood tracker? A mini wiki? A spell-crafting generator? You can code or embed whatever tools you dream up.

43. It’s surprisingly fun.

There’s joy in creating just for the sake of it. Tinkering with layout, colors, and content can feel like digital gardening.

44. You’re contributing to a better web.

Every personal website weakens the monopoly of Big Tech. You’re helping build a diverse, vibrant, human-centered internet.

45. It’s nostalgic in the best way.

Remember the early internet when people made fansites and blogs and shared links just because? That energy is still alive on the small web.

46. You can go offline anytime.

Want a break? Just stop updating. No pressure. No guilt. The web will wait.

47. You’ll have a creative outlet.

Even if you don’t consider yourself an “artist,” a website gives you a space to express and explore yourself.

48. It’s easier than ever.

You don’t need to be a tech wizard. Tools like WordPress, mmm.page, Straw.page or Carrd make it super beginner-friendly.

49. You can inspire others.

Your little corner of the internet might be exactly what someone else needed to see. You never know who you’ll touch.

50. Because you deserve a space that’s 100% you.

No ads. No algorithms. No noise. Just a place where you get to be yourself, unapologetically and fully. The internet needs more of that—and more of you.

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So, Why Wait?

The internet doesn’t have to be a loud, crowded mall where everyone’s shouting for attention. It can be a quiet cabin in the woods, a secret garden, a tiny café glowing with string lights where you share your thoughts, dreams, art, and self with whoever wanders in.

Building your own personal website isn’t just about escaping the chaos of social media—it’s about coming home to a space that reflects you. Your humor, your quirks, your passions, your pace. It’s a chance to slow down and make something meaningful. Something that doesn’t ask you to perform, compete, or conform.

And here’s the beautiful part: you don’t need to be a tech wizard. You don’t need to have a niche or a “brand.” You just need to be curious, a little bit brave, and willing to make something for yourself. The rest? That comes with time—and it’s honestly kind of magical to watch it all unfold.

So go ahead. Plant your flag. Build your nest. Start small, dream big, and know that every pixel you place is a step toward reclaiming your presence online.

We’ll be here cheering you on, one cozy corner of the web at a time. 💻

When you're ready to get started, head over to the Resources page! There are tons of helpful links to help you start building your personal space on the web. ✨🌿 See you there!

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[sirianasims]

We had decided to just let things happen naturally after the wedding, and it didn’t take long until I was pregnant.

We were both overjoyed, and our roommates were excited for us. Griffin immediately started changing our weekly meal plans around the nutritional requirements of pregnant women.

I asked if he was sure he still wanted to be a surgeon and not become a nutritionist instead, but he laughed it off.

“Freya, don’t be silly. You can do more than one thing with your life! Just look at Daria. Would you tell her to choose whether she wants to only do programming or podcasting or animal rights activism?”

“You know I’d never dare tell Daria what to do, but I honestly don’t understand how she finds the time.”

“Exactly, priorities!” Griffin looked at me like he’d just won the discussion and went back to his meal planning.

I thought about it. Sports had always taken up most of my time, and the rest I spent with friends and family. I didn’t really have any other interests, unless you counted reading a book or watching a movie. Griffin had his cooking, Daria seemed to be doing all the things, and even Jessica had a fashion blog.

At least Samuel was more like me, we both tended to focus on our careers and family. He wanted to specialise in paediatrics, he really loved working with children.

He was so excited about becoming a father. He kept flipping between ‘doctor mode’, spewing random facts about child development and asking me how I was feeling, and ‘dad mode’ where he obsessed about names and insisted on talking to my belly in silly voices.

It was pretty adorable. I couldn’t wait for us to finally meet our baby. We were going to be the best parents ever, together.

Nothing like my own parents.

I wasn’t even three years old when they split up. My father then proceeded to spend almost five years drinking and whoring his way through a pretty miserable existence.

Still, most of my memories of him back then were good. Even though he was troubled, he was always so happy to see me, and he always came to my games or picked me up from practice.

I remembered our trip to Mt. Komorebi vividly. The snowboarding had been amazing, and I loved spending time with my dad.

But then I had woken up from a nightmare in the big, dark, and unfamiliar house. I had felt very alone.

I was used to living by the harbour with my mother, used to the constant noise outside.

Here, the thick snow blanketed everything and it was eerily quiet.

I couldn’t remember how to turn on the lights, so I stumbled into the dark hallway, blinded by tears, only vaguely certain of where my dad’s bedroom was.

He wasn’t there.

It wasn’t the first time in my life that I’d gone to his bedroom to find it empty, but at home, it just meant that he was downstairs watching TV, or had fallen asleep on the couch with Cooper snuggled up next to him. Here, there was no sound of a TV or any light anywhere. The house felt completely deserted.

I knew I wasn’t really alone, my grandparents were in their bedroom somewhere downstairs, but I was afraid to go down there. I didn’t even want to go back into the dark hall.

I curled up on the big, empty bed. Surely, my dad would come. He had to sleep sooner or later.

I don’t remember crying myself to sleep, but I remember waking up.

My dad had been there, moisture still in his hair, fresh from a shower. With the smell of toothpaste and only the faintest hint of alcohol left on his breath.

I always hated that particular combination of smells.

He’d promised never to leave me again, and he hadn’t. Much later, I learned that he had started therapy as soon as we got home, and as far as I knew, he hadn’t touched alcohol for over fifteen years now. But I still remembered the smell.

I put my hands protectively on my growing belly.

“I’m going to do a better job than they did, no matter what it takes”, I whispered.

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[crookedfivefingers]

Ten x Martha • Mature

WIP snippet. AU scenario where there wasn’t a “Year that Never Was” and Martha continued traveling aboard the TARDIS (against her better judgment). Also AU in the sense that the Doctor is actually willing to smother all of that UST once and for all.

The Doctor walked right into Martha’s personal space, succumbing to her orbit, studying her face as his hands pursued a symmetrical study of her sides.

The tank top she wore clung to her curves: modal and elastane blended into something red and soft beneath the exploration of his fingers. The hem met bare skin over the crests of her hips, which he traced with wide sweeps of his thumbs, dragging the material without ever slipping beneath.

“So,” he began conversationally, choosing not to acknowledge the tremors he could feel running through her body like a dozen little currents. Barely tilting his head, he leaned in close, only stopping once his nose brushed alongside hers. “Have we got a plan, or are we just sort of making it up as we go along?”

Standing this close, Martha didn’t even need to try for him — not really. She probably had no idea that her body was already making short work of his senses, laying claim to them, bolstering his resolve to have her — and in as many ways as she would allow.

In addition to the allure of seeing her dressed down, she smelled clean and lovely: like shea butter and peppermint toothpaste, both of which the Doctor could already taste as trace molecules sought refuge on his tongue.

They barely managed to mask the telltale plume of pheromones that were coming off of her, however.

“I… oh,” Martha gasped as his grip tightened to tug her closer, a nervous smile playing on her lips. “Erm. Well…” She hesitated just before placing her hands flat on his chest, then seemed to reconsider, sliding her arms up to wind around his neck. “Reckon we sort’ve work best when… When we haven’t got a plan, yeah?”

Humming appreciatively, the Doctor slid his hands around to her lower back, reveling in the way his long fingers seemed to splay from one side of her body to the next. Blimey, she’s small, isn’t she?

Steadying his hands, he drew back, smirking at her half-mast stare. “Mm. I knew there was a reason I wanted to keep you,” he purred, husking through each syllable, allowing the heat of his words to pour into her parted lips without an ounce of pretense as he once more brought his face to hers.

Though Martha’s eyes fell shut, the Doctor’s remained shuttered as his mouth hovered over hers — a gentle (and entirely unnecessary) tease. The poor girl was already so far gone, her petite frame all but trembling against him — but he had to admit it was a bit fun keeping her perched there, trapped on a razor’s edge.

It was only a matter of time before he would make up for all of this torture, certainly (and with handsome interest) — but presently, he could hear her heart pounding between every last uneven breath; he could feel so much human heat radiating off of her skin, enticing him further, and… Oh, yes.

They were going to have great fun, weren’t they?

It was fascinating just how seductive this regeneration was proving to be. It felt brilliant. Every nerve, every neuron was alight with wanting, tempting him to draw out every detail, savoring the prelude to what he could imagine would wind up being quite the torrid fucking.

Something told him that was exactly what she wanted — what they both needed — and the Doctor was happy to oblige.

[honeyhour]

✤ - jesper and este.

send me ✤ + a ship and i’ll tell you…

general yapping disclaimer...

who said i love you first? we already know este bit the bullet because she’s simply sooo brave. 

who laughs when the other trips? honestly, probably este… then i imagine he’d be very dramatic about it like he's broken an ankle or something. 

who pays the bills? congratulations jesper, this job is all yours!! she’ll be able to properly help eventually but for right now, girlie is kinda on the struggle bus. 

which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays? hmm idk if he’s used to spending the holidays with friends or something since his parents also suck? but christmas was obviously a pretty miserable affair for este, so i think it’s something she started dreading as a kid. now that she’s outta there though, i could see her wanting to celebrate properly for once. being allowed to help decorate!! getting proper gifts!! groundbreaking!!

who’s more clumsy? ok i can't speak for jesper but i think any clumsiness from her is more likely to be accidentally knocking shit over? like turning too fast or trying to reach something that's too high up. for the most part though, she's actually pretty graceful so she doesn't trip or fall a lot :)

who checks their daily horoscope? unfortunately, she does kinda feel like the type of person to have that co-star app. probably checks his too for the hell of it.

who sings louder in the car? i could see her doing this sometimes and trying to get him to join in... think of it as karaoke rehearsal.

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste? i fear if she left any mess in the bathroom back home, it would've given her sister more reasons to bitch and moan so it simply can't be este. she's conscientious by default.

who is more up to date in pop culture? well. bro has never even seen high school musical so this is a no brainer... she’s about to start making a list of stuff she needs to make him watch and yes, a lot of them will be musicals. maybe some romcoms thrown in there too. for the culture!!!

who insists on going to see the newest movies? if it's something she's super interested in, she might ask him to go. but i also think she enjoys watching stuff at home together where they can comment or make fun of something without worrying about other people around them?? gonna be locked tf in for shrek 5 though. opening night.

who cries when the abused animal commercials come on? they better switch channels or cover her eyes with a quickness because este would be COOKED.

who’s the lighter sleeper? tbh she trains often and long enough that i feel like once she's out, she's out. she does her very best but she might not make it all the way through some of the movies they watch </3 honk shoo mimimi etc.

who believes in ghosts? i... honestly don't think this is something she's ever considered. whatever his answer is, she'd probably choose the opposite just so they can argue about it :)

who does the grocery shopping? i would almost argue this should be a shared activity if they're both free. let her look pretty and push the cart while he grabs the stuff. there's only so many times a girl can ask a stranger for help reaching something on a higher shelf before her ego takes a hit. grocery stores just aren't accommodating for the shorties.

who updates their facebook status more often? she’s not a boomer so facebook isn't updated quite as much and i don't see her as a much of a twitter girlie either but obviously her instagram is famously a daily occurrence. the people need to see how good she looks, she's basically providing a public service!!

[themuffin2649]

Bed Time

A SYVNH Short.

I shifted as best I could under the sheets and pulled the pink blanket over me with my left hand. My skin was as soft as a baby’s from showering, and I could still taste the fruit-flavored toothpaste in my breath. The pajamas were fluffy yet breathable with cute pink hearts decorating it, and the sheets smelled freshly washed.

The only thing that kept this from being my 15 year old’s dream sleepover was the chain around my neck and right arm.

The door opened and the familiar face of my captor walked in with lavish pajamas fit for a prince.

“I see you’re ready for bed? Mind if I join?”

He didn’t even wait for an answer before crawling onto the bed between and setting in the space between Leon and I.

Leon…

I looked past Vincent to see him in chains knocked out cold from the drugs that Vincent made him take earlier. Somehow, Vincent managed to put a muzzle on him earlier today for trying to bite off his fingers.

Vincent noticed that my eyes were set on Leon rather than him.

“Don’t worry about him, it’s just a small punishment. He’ll be out of those chains as soon as he learns to behave. Learn to be a Good boy like you.” He said as he softly petted him.

Damn Vincent! I know that he sometimes acts like a puppy, but you’re treating him as if he IS one.

I turn my attention back to Vincent, who had just planted a kiss on Leon’s cheek, Something that would have earned him a jaw-breaking punch had he been conscious. Vincent looks back at me and I ready my lips for a kiss. As expected, our lips touched, and I deepened the kiss. As we kissed, I tasted the mint from his toothpaste, and our arms snaked against each other’s backs.

“Mmm… you’re so perfect.” He said as we parted our lips. I felt him warmth as a blush bloomed in his face. A warmth grew on my face as well.

As much as compliance annoyed me, since I’ll have to live the rest of my life in a basement, I had to admit that it did get me rewards. The chain on my left arm was off, the chains on my right hand and neck were extended, there was less drugs in my food, and I even got to choose what toothpaste flavor he wanted (And fruit punch did not disappoint)

It’s not so bad I kept telling himself.

Despite the reduced amount of drugs put into my food, I still couldn’t help but feel drowsy from what’s left.

“Tired?”

He asked, as if he wasn’t the one who put roofies in the first place. I nodded a little and layed my head down on the soft pillow.

He shifted his right hand to hug Leon, but was quickly annoyed on how uncomfortable the chains on his body were.

“Vincent… can’t you just take them off him for tonight. It’s not like he’s gonna wake up anytime soon…”

Vincent looked at Leon practically dressed in chains and frowned. He wanted to take them off, but Leon has been so angry with him. And it could risk him escaping.

“I’m sorry Honey, but the chains have to stay. Maybe some will come off when his behavior gets better.”

I frowned, although knocked out, Leon looked very uncomfortable.

“I know, but maybe you could change it. I hate to admit it, but he’s much more fond of you than me. You could convince him to improve his behaviors.” He said as he gingerly held Leon’s hand. Surprisingly, Leon didn’t hold him back.

Dammit, I can’t do that! The last time I even mentioned an escape attempt together, he shut me down. Stated that if we escape, I’ll break his trust again, and that this is the only way I’ll stay by his side… ugh… Even in this body, I’m still just a fountain of problems.

“But… he’s still mad at me.”

“As mad as he is, there’s still a better chance of him listening to you than to me. I hate to see him in those chains as well. Help make our lives easier, ok?”

Maybe convincing Leon to calm down would make everything easier. Not just for him, but for me as well… because…

I pause that thought as I felt myself spacing out. Vincent noticed this as well and stopped talking. He shifted himself under the blanket and threw it over Leon before laying his head down on the pillows as well and looking at me.

“Good night.”

But I passed out before I heard it.

[sincerely-sofie]

27 and 28 for the asks thingy, I would like some knowledge dropped on me

27. Share a fact?

Children as young as two years old were taught how to make art by the adults around them during the Stone Age. Finger-paintings made by children have been found on the ceilings of caves that should been far out of reach for one so young, which implies they were being carried on the shoulders of the adults in the group when they were making them. [*]

28. Share a piece of knowledge?

I'm gonna drop several knowledge pieces (which honestly just read as pieces of life advice now that I look at them) because I couldn't choose just one!

Your existence is not defined by your career choice. You don't need to secure your dream job to be happy— people who work with sewage are happier than artists more than you'd expect. What you need to do is find a job that supports your lifestyle and provides you with the means to live how you want off the clock.

Speaking of careers, college isn't the only route you can take to get a good job. Trade schools and apprenticeships are just as valid.

Sun exposure, good nutrition, physical activity, and positive socialization frequently have a greater impact on mental wellbeing than medications can manage alone. Regular exercise in particular can be even more effective than ADHD medications in many cases, and is extremely powerful when paired with such treatments. So take your meds, but don't forget to touch grass and compliment that little old lady's statement necklace when you pass her at the bus stop, too.

You'll be 9,000 times happier the second you start learning to be okay with uncertainty. Gamifying making yourself (safely) uncomfortable is the way to speedrun self-improvement and life satisfaction.

Fulfilling obligations to yourself halfway is better than not fulfilling them at all. Folding three pieces of laundry and brushing your teeth for 30 seconds without toothpaste is the way to go if you can't get yourself to fold all the clean clothes and brush for 2 minutes and floss afterwards. Don't fool yourself into believing it's all or nothing. A little bit done is so much better than not done whatsoever.

"Fear kills more dreams than failure ever will." The time will pass no matter what you do, and it's so much more fulfilling to say you gave it your best shot, even if things didn't work out, than it is to never know if you would have succeeded or not. So do the thing. Do it now, do it badly, do it scared. But do it.