#i am playing hard and fast with that timeline here but i'm pretty sure it hasn't been more than a month????? and he's up to this kind

[theinfinitedivides]

Jun Mo literally any time someone looks at Gi Cheol wrong after only having known him for at most a month and a half or so:

[theredhoodedcryptid]

D&D Shenanigans

Was drawing my first D&D character and felt like sharing some funny stories from my first campaign.

The first time I played D&D was the beginning of 2023, and let me tell you that was the most fun I ever had that year.

I joined a Library D&D group, which had separated into two smaller groups because it was rather large and there were a few new players like myself. I was apart of a smaller group, usually there were about 4 of us who came on a regular basis. Most of my group already knew each other from outside of the Library, but they welcomed me into their group with open arms, something our DM probably regrets lol.

I played as a Female Rogue Wood Elf named Revan, because I was super into Knights of the Old Republic at the time. Another player, who I became friends with, named their Female Human Rogue Raven. Now, we kinda liked to role play a bit, so Raven and Revan became fast friends and partners in crime. Both of our characters had children, so they bonded over being moms, and both were thieves.

The other player was Female Mage (I forget what specifically) High Elf named Elcerine (Sorry if I butchered the spelling friend). El was pretty much the only character with a brain cell, and basically was the tired mom friend who did most of the work...except for that time she triggered a boss fight in out first session and got my character killed...... I'm not bitter lol. That was a whole thing, but our DM decided to reset the timeline so we're gonna ignore that.

Now, the main thing I want to share is when our party made it to a town that had Vampire problem. The premise is that our group were Vampire Hunters, for varying reasons, and we had to find and kill the two vampires in this town.

You see, if there's one thing you should know its that Raven and Revan were known for being a chaos duo. Raven literally ate cobblestone and purposely threw it up on El, we were below nothing.

We were short on coin, and bored, so we asked if there was any type of talent show or competition going on. Our DM, quite used to if not irritated by our antics, said sure. So Raven entered in the competition while Raven did a little pick-pocketing. I don't remember exactly what we rolled, but each one was between 15-20. Raven one the competition while I stole a good chunk of money, which we then split evenly.

You might think, alright sure, normal D&D story, that's not that wild. Here's where it get fun.

So our party then decided to continue the plot and we split up to do a little stakeout on the Vampires. I was with another player, but I can't remember if it was El or Riordan, a half-elf rogue. Rio didn't come often but when he did he joined in on the antics. So the Vampire I'm hunting makes an appearance and we kill them. I get a note from Raven asking for the Vamps hand, I have no clue as to what she wanted it for, but who am I to say no to my buddy. So I cut it off and put it in my inventory and don't think about it.

We meet up again and go to get the money from the bounty's. Raven then decides to steal the body of the vamp and try to collect the money for herself and I join her. So here we are, two rather short women running across town with a dead body while our teammates are chasing us. El surpasses me in the chase, more focused on Raven, so I did the most logical thing I could think of to slow her down.

I throw the hand I had cut off the Vampire at her, rolled a 19, and bitch-slapped her hard enough to knock her out.

The chase continues for awhile throughout town, the guards are just watching, horrified. El and Rio eventually manage to stop us and knock us out, dragging all three bodies behind them and dumping the Vampire's body with town guards and taking us to the Tavern.

This was sadly the last session we played before our group broke up. Both me and the DM moved to different states, but I'm still in contact with Raven. We draw each others characters and show each other memes that relate to our chaos duo energy.

While this has been the only time I've played, I look forward to finding a new group to have adventures with, even though I'll miss my first group the most. D&D really brings people together, I wish I had been allowed to play it sooner.

[honeysuckleharrison]

Run For Your Life Parts V-VII

pairing- George Harrison x Reader

warnings- So much fluff, Implied smut

year- 1964

Summary- You're falling hard for George.  There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.  

Word count- 1k+

Disclaimer/ AN-  So hi, this is the first fic I've published.  This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality.  For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth.  Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or as, don't be afraid to talk to me.  I have up to part IX almost done, so expect to see more parts soon!

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      It was almost 1am.  You were growing impatient after having to wait so long to sneak out.  You were so ready to feel George's touch again. But you were stuck on this couch for a little longer.  With the relationship getting more serious, you had to be sure John couldn't find out. You waited a little later this time just to be sure John and Cynth were asleep.      

  You laid there for what seemed like an eternity longer. You checked the clock again.  It was 2:28 am. You weren't as nervous this time around. Having successfully done this once, you knew you were capable.  So as you got up, put your flip flops and reached for the handle, you felt ready for what the night had to offer.

      When you knocked on George's door something seemed different.  You skipped the conversation, you ran your mouths enough at Strawberry Fields earlier.  Before you could say hi you were making out on the couch. Geo's soft lips were on yours, kissing deeper than they ever have before.  His hands has successfully slipped under you shirt, and he was holding your bare waist. You shivered as his cool fingertips reached up your chest.  It felt so good to have him on top of you again.

      His lips moved from yours, and started trailing down your neck.  His hot kisses were warm on the sensitive skin of your neck. As he reached your collar bone, you could feel him start to suck.  Shit. That would leave a mark. You wanted him bad, but this was too fast.

      "George" you said through short, breathy moans.  You pushed his chest up, and he took his lips off your skin.  

      "Yes, Love?" he asked.  He looked at you for a second and continued "Is- is this too much we can stop for tonight if you want dear"

      "No, please no." you begged.  You were needy for him now, you just needed to breathe.  "I just needed a second, and I don't want you leaving marks." you added, smirking.  George nodded and sat up. You sat up in front of him. He placed a small peck on your cheek before standing up, and reaching his hand out for yours.  You took his hand and he pulled you up off the couch, leading you to his room.

     He pulled you through the doorway, and brought you close to him.  He reached down and kissed you hungrily. You held him tight. You wanted him so bad.  

          While his lips were busy on yours, his hands pulled on the hem of your shirt.  You got the hint, and pulled away. You pulled your shirt off and threw to the floor.  George stared at your exposed skin. His eyes were wide with lust. You came back to George, and lifted his shirt off.  His chest was smooth and pale. He was just slightly toned. He had the beginning of abs, but they weren't too defined. His arms and shoulders has the slightest muscles.

         He pulled you back class to him, and pushed his lips into yours.  His skin was warm against yours. His hands were holding your shoulders, and yours were around his waist.  He slid his hands down until the met the clasp on your bra. He undid it smoothly in one try. Moving your hands off of him, you let the garment slide to the floor.  

       He pulled you in for a quick passionate kiss before pushing you back onto the bed.  He climbed over you and kissed you softly on the lips. He reached his hands down to the button of your jeans and looked into your eyes.

      "You ready?" He asked with the cutest grin.

      "Yes George." You moaned.

Part VI

It was meant to be your last day and John's.  He was going to drive you home after you ate dinner with him and Cynthia.  The events from last night still buzzed through your mind. You couldn't stop thinking about George, and how much you'd miss him while he was away.  You had to see him one more time. You had to tell him how amazing he was.

        As Cynthia cooked, and you washed the dishes beside her, you made a suggestion.  

      "Cynth, um, if you don't mind, could I stay another night? y'know, help you pack." Cynthia smiled.  She was happy that you were enjoying your time with her, and that she would have another hand helping out.  

      "I don't see why not, you wouldn't be a bother, you've done nothing but help me."  Cynthia said in agreement.

      "Perfect, thanks so much." you thanked her, leaning in to give her a side hug.

      At dinner, you asked John, and he agreed too.  John started asking you about your stay.

       "Have you been enjoying yourself?" He asked between bites.  

       "Yeah actually, it's been really nice to be in a new place, y'know.  I got so used to going to school everyday, it's nice to have a change in scenery."  you explained. You and John were both artistic people. You hated routine. It was the quality that made John's music so good, and one of the many things you have in common with George.   

      "I'm glad," John said, "Have you been enjoying the studio visits."

      "Yes!" you answered honestly, you just couldn't say exactly why you enjoyed visiting the studio as much as you did.  "It was nice to get a sneak peek of the album. You guys are really good. You're gonna be the biggest band ever."

      "I've heard we are the biggest band in America, but I don't believe it."  he admitted.

      "Don't doubt yourself.  The tours gonna be great.  You and Cynth get to travel the world together." you joked.

      "It'll be nice," John said, "You excited darling?" He asked Cynthia.

      "Yes!" she exclaimed, "I really am.  I'm so excited. I get to spend time with you, and see new places.  And I get to see New York, I'm so excited." she rambled. Seeing her so happy made you smile.  

        "I'm glad your excited, but we don't get much free time on tour.  We have to play 25 shows in 26 days. The other boys usually spend their nights being wild and getting as many girls as they can." John said seriously.  

       That was a little concerning.  George could really get any girl he wanted, couldn't he?  But he wouldn't. There was no way. He was so romantic towards, and he was falling for you hard.  A one night stand in America wouldn't compare to you. Would it? You felt sure that George wouldn't continue his normal behavior on this tour.  There was no way he would. George was too good to you, you didn't even want to think that anything could go wrong.

Part VII

You knocked on George's door with a wide smile.  The reason you asked to stay another night was to pay a surprise visit to George.  You couldn't stop thinking about last night, you just needed to see him one more time.  The American tour would be long, you'd miss him.

      He opened the door and looked delighted to see you.

      "Y/n, I wasn't expecting you tonight."  he laughed.

      "I know" you said, "I wanted to surprise you.  I needed to see you again before you left."

      "Come in, love, please." he begged.  As you stepped in, he pulled you into a warm hug.  You weren't craving one another in the same way as the night before.  Tonight you just wanted to curl up next to each other and say goodbye.  

      You sat down on the couch and he just held you.  He put his head on your chest, and your fingers ran through his hair.  You were so comfortable you wished he didn't have to leave.

      "I'm gonna miss you so much, Geo." you huffed.  He looked up into your eyes and adjusted himself so that his head was in your lap.  

      "I'm gonna miss you more, flower." He smirked, "We can see each other as soon as I get back, I promise."  As he spoke he sat up. When he finished making his promise, he pressed a soft kiss against your lips. He tried to deepen the embrace, and reach his hands for your waist but you pushed him up.

      "Not tonight, Geo." you sighed, "I just want to enjoy your company while I can."

      "Ok," he said understandingly.  He rested his head on your chest again.

      "What am I gonna do without you, Harrison?" you pondered, "I'm really gonna miss yo-"

      "Wait" George interrupted, quickly sitting up straight.

      "What's wrong?" you asked.

      "I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't ask Ringo to stay out later." he explained.

      "What?" you said, confused and scared.

      "Shit," he muttered under his breath, "Ringo should be home soon, this is when he usually gets home."  George looked more scared than you had ever seen him. He started getting off the couch. You felt a chill as he left your side, and you expression dropped even more.  

      "Y/n, we have to get you out of here before he comes." he said sternly.

      "Ok." you agreed, getting up off the couch. "Are you sure I have to leave? I won't see you again for a month."

      "I'm afraid so love.  I don't want you to leave either.  I'm gonna miss your pretty little smile, and your lips." he said leaning in closer to your face, and taking your hands in his.  "I'm really gonna miss you, y/n, goodni-"

      He was cut short by the sound of the door opening.  You both turned your heads quickly to the door to see a startled Ringo standing there.

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An- Ahhh. I'm leaving you guys on a cliff hanger. Any predictions yet. Most of the clues are there. Tell me what you liked and disliked so far. I wanna hear your opinions

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Taglist- @honeyandtulips @fiesta-freddie @foreverandtayways

[alannahaisling]

The day I slipped into a Panic and anxiety attack.

This, this is going to be long winded.

I'm just going to come out and say it. No, I don't want sympathy. This is just me using this particular blog for what it was meant for. A space for me to vent, to be my authentic self. To reflect, to just let things spill out from my mind through my fingers and onto the screen on which you may be reading this.

First things first. The Icons I'll be using here are not rp muns, they are simply my emotions on display. My IRL self as displayed by characters I adore from the Teen Titans fandom.

Ooookay lets get down it.

I help moderate a stream, have been doing it for a while. I became fast friends with the streamer and pull long hours. Roughly 4-5 hours per stream, unless I have class the next day.

To my knowledge, nobody ever had an issue with me. Save the odd person here or there, that may have disagreed with me, but at least they would tell me to my face, and I would shrug it off and move on. It was as simple as that.

My friend, who I love to death, has on more than one occasion had to reassure me that I was actually doing a good job. I lost count how many times I asked if I needed to improve, or if there were any rough areas that may need to change.

A good chunk of the time, they would just kinda raise their voice, and be like. "Damnit, you're good. You're fine." and then try to cheer me up with silly cat pictures. My ultimate kryptonite.

This friend of mine has worked with me for a few years now, talking about deep heavy personal stuff. They know I am medically diagnosed with ptsd, social anxiety, and have been dealing with depression for years. So they're not a stranger to my triggers and I love them for respecting when I need to just be alone, or only want some quality time one on one for a few hours. You hear that you knucklehead? Yeah you, I know you at least read this shit.

Moving on.

On friday, we had a.. bad night of it. Not even an hour in, after happily gathering folks who wanted to play the chosen game with us that night, someone. Who I will call 2P, dumped a huge paragraph, attacking my character and personality as a mod, in my friends private discord DMS.

2P for months, had been telling me to my face, that they saw me as a best friend, that anything I ever said and or did would be safe to do. You know the whole, you can trust me bit. I blindly trusted, and hind sight maybe I shouldn't have.

Meanwhile the entire time, I apparently had been talked about behind my back, negatively for a while? I don't know.

So we paused the stream, and go into another server that's locked down to a limited set of people and discuss it. Friend is, PISSED, but is trying to not yell, and asks me what we should do about it.

In my head I'm just reeling. I'm asking my friend, if I'm a bad mod, if I've fucked up somewhere, I'm totally confused. I can't concentrate, and there's this choking hurt in my chest. One I know all too well.

The feeling of dread. The feeling that I messed up, that I'm useless, and a fraud.

My friend is trying hard to make sure I'm okay, by this point they know, this has fucked with my head. In a huge way. 17- going on 18 years of therapy suddenly going down the drain, spiralling out of control.

They Cut the stream short.

I'm exhausted, tired, feeling beaten. I just say a few things to 2P and leave their discord server, kick them from my private one, and from the one I made for my streamer friend for the game we play with other people. In addition, also a possible person who may cause me issues, because 2P's probably been shit talking me for a few months now.

Friend is arguing on my behalf, another mutual and their friend, instantly demands to get in call. We'll call them... Uh.. Fuck, Tataru , and Estinien for sake of ease. Tataru is having none of it, they are witnessing my typed anxieties. They are hearing our mutual friend, trying very hard to not just *yell*.

2P is dropping the nasty paragraph in other dms now, belonging to other regulars. It's escalating pretty fast. I am now a villain, and a victim in one role, and 2P is also playing the role of victim because my dearest friend just told 2P Off.

"2P, isn't getting it!" My friend is saying with a calm anger. "2P is just constantly going on and on about how (my name) is bad for the stream." Or something to that effect. "They don't even fucking realize how fucking hurtful they are being."

"You need to stop responding." Tataru is saying. "Just, tell the mother fucker, NO and block 2P on everything."

I guess 2P is quickly realizing that they are losing the fight, so they come into my dms. Shit forgot to block them there. I think in my head, and I see them trying to bring the argument to me. They tell me, that I'm handling the situation all wrong.

I don't even respond. I'm tired. I'm just done. I'm mentally slipping back to the days I was mentally and emotionally abused, and gaslit.

GASLIT.

GASLIT!

I block 2P. For my mental health.

Estinien with their calming voice, is outlining streamer etiquette rules. 2P is definitely out of line, as a viewer. If we want, Estinien can pretty much hit up a wider streamer network, and have the name of 2P blacklisted from other communities.

By this point, another regular is talking to my friend asking what is going on. Then another. Slowly, I read through logs my friend has dumped into the 4 person private call.

Then I see it.

"I'll just lie through my teeth to her about why I'm leaving or something. Just don't tell (My name) I said any of this. " In regards to the in game guild My friend and I Co Run.

Silently mutter to myself. Not that the others can hear me, my headsets broken. "Ah, the other shoe has dropped. 2P's been lying to me the whole time. I've been gaslit all over again. No wonder I feel like I do."

Estinien and Tataru get sleepy and go to bed. My friend stays up as long as they can as I sort my head out, trying to timeline events. I'm given logs, screen shots. 2P's been blocked. I lock down my twitter for a day. I lose 20 hours sleep.

I spent those 20 hours of no sleep, asking and apologizing to regulars if 2P has ever talked to them about me. Most of them say NO, and reassure me I'm a good mod, that I make the stream warm, fun, welcoming and comfortable for all kinds of people.

A good friend of mine, who I will ironically call Angellica, because we call each other sis, and I view myself as Eliza from Hamilton. Once had told me to be careful with 2P from the start, because they had a bad vibe about them, is PISSED off, and yeets them out of an in game group chat. "Fuck em, 2P's a troll."

I realize, that Angellica literally stood by and chose my happiness. Cause yeah, I thought 2P was someone I could trust. After what happened though, I realized that I had been mistaken and apologized, To Angellica.

Now 2P is going around seeing who still will consider them friends, or are neutral parties. I was made aware of this because one of them, a mature friend actually asked me what 2P was going on about. So I gave them the run down. They were disgusted with 2P's behavior.

Now a days, 2P takes screen shots of anybody on twitter, that has blocked them and smears their names.

2P still doesn't get it.

But I'm moving on from it.

I have screenshots and logs. But I don't ever plan on releasing them publicly.

So yeah, 2P if you ever come across this, and figure out I'm talking about you, I severed ties with you, because friends don't lie to each other, Friends don't talk behind each others backs, they don't force other good close friends to sit on the *truth* of how you feel. Friends can disagree, and can have different opinions.

But You burned your bridges yourself.

I've always had a three strike ruleset.

One: You lied to my face multiple times.

Two: You pretended to be my friend.

Three: You actively gaslit me, and my friend.

Sooo THAT'S why I cut ties with you. Your behavior after that was just you playing the victim, and none of us 30 plus year olds were just going to sit by and let you have your 20 something year old tantrum.

I bare you no ill will, and I doubt any of us are going to even blast you in an open space like twitter releasing the logs or screen shots. I'm just noping out of this parasocial relationship because that's all it was. I refuse to be used, as a way for people to get close to and use my friend as they work on their passions and goals.

Adieu 2P , nothing was lost the day I walked away, except all the work my friend did to get me out of my isolated shell. But you know what? They'll just pull me back out, and support me 100% You'll never break us up.