#i wrote this inbetween classes and work

[madeinouterheaven]

My favorite aspect of The Sopranos is that neither Carmela nor Tony truly give a shit about what their kids want--they extol the same old traditions they grew up with: go to Church, God is real and you love Him, go to a good college, but you can see in real time that they disobey and openly challenge these notions (moreso Meadow) and they get angry when they establish any form of independence. One such example is when Meadow wanted to go Berkeley college than the one her parents wanted her to go to. What did Carmela do? She threw it in the garbage and hid it.

Or the time when AJ starts to ask questions about God and the meaning of life in front of his parents. They just got upset and declared that God is real.

Better yet, in season 3 when AJ starts acting out in school because of his spoiled behavior and growing rebellious streak, Tony tries to ship him off to a military school. Carmela sees the school as indoctrinating young men into soldiers--someone who mindlessly follows orders, like Tony's mob crew. Tony wants him to act like a man and learn some discipline by having him act like a soldier.

Part of me thinks the great part of that scene in particular is that we, the audience, know that Tony sees himself in AJ. He expressed to Melfi in S1 that he knows the way he grew up wasn't healthy and he doesn't want that for his son. Yet here he is, angrily declaring that AJ needs to toughen up by way of following orders from someone in a position of authority, be it his parents or drill sergeant. And he doesn't even know what he's doing to his son.

What's even better is that AJ has a panic attack, rendering him unfit for the military school. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Anyways, 4$ a pound.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

Frat boy Jaehyun is too entertaining 🥰 have you seen tiktoks of starbucks’ new policy of workers needing to write on cups? I can imagine oc asking the barista at a coffee shop to write something flirty on Jae’s cup in order to prank him, can i please request this?

⋆⭒˚.⋆ what does your cup say? ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, TikTok trend, profanity, jersey shore reference)

It was always rather fun to mess with your boyfriend. Simple, harmless little pranks that amused you to no end and made your boyfriend feel like he was going to start losing his hair prematurely.

You were lucky that Fratboy!Jaehyun was a really well-known, social butterfly. He had friends on every part of campus and because you knew him and he made it easier to talk to all these people, you became friends with them too! Which was why as you entered the cafe on campus and Jaehyun slipped away to the bathroom you decided to play a little prank.

Because it was the valentine season, the cafe had taken to writing cute comments on the cups for the holiday. You’d seen your friends post about it, seen the writing on cups in class, and even gotten a few cups with drawings or little notes of your own. But since Jaehyun was in the bathroom… he didn’t necessarily have to know what you were planning, and lucky for you, your favorite barista was working!

You ordered yours and Jaehyun’s usual, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially, “can you write something a little flirty on Jae’s cup? Like funny, flirty, over-the-top.” Your friend laughs and nods her head giving you a dramatic wink before turning to make the drinks.

Jaehyun leaves the bathroom right as the drinks are called out. He takes his drink and takes a sip without looking at the cup before he hands you your own. Then his eyes focus on the writing on his cup, his brows furrowing as he reads the back words written on the side of his cup. His cheeks start to heat up and you can see his eyes nervously dart to your friend behind the counter. He knows she’s your friend and this isn’t something a friend should say to him.

“Sweet girl, what does your cup say?” Jaehyun asks you in a hushed whisper, trying not to draw attention to the two of you.

“Huh? Oh,” you lift the cup before reciting the words, “Sam, the first night at BED when you left, Ron made out with two girls and put his head inbetween a cocktail waitresses breasts. Also was grinding with multiple fat women. When you left crying at Klutch, Ron was holding hands and dancing with a female and took down her number. Multiple people in the house know, therefore you should know the truth. Use this information wisely.”

His brows pinch together even closer, as he stares at you with a blank look on his face, “your cup says all that?”

You hold your cup out to him so he can see the scrawl on the white of your cup, “yeah, why? What does yours say?”

His face flushes, leaning in so his hot breath is on your ear, “Pretend I’m a pirate and give me that booty and then she wrote her number and that says 'call me, sexy' with a winky face!”

You try hard to hold back your laugh, loving the silly pick-up line. He’s studying your face, looking for some kind of negative reaction or anything at all. Like, hello! Your friend wrote a pick-up line on your boyfriend’s cup! This wasn’t some cute little ‘I like your shirt’ or ‘keep smiling’— no! This was someone straight up flirting with him as if he didn’t make it abundantly obvious that he only had eyes for you!

You don’t give him anything, looking up at him with a face that’s all too innocent for the mischief and strife you’ve caused. “Well,” you start calmly and Jaehyun is waiting on your every word. He’s waiting for you to tell him that you’re both never going to come back to this cafe and he’s ready to agree and fully sell the excuse that they never make his americano right (it’s a lie) but what he doesn’t expect are the next words that leave your mouth: “are you going to call her?”

It’s then that you let a smile break and your friend behind the register laughs with you. He falls back into a chair, his free hand tangled in his hair, “you’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days! You are the only regular source of my stress!”

You roll your eyes with a triumphant chuckle, “you should be more stressed about that falling grade in your economics class, baby."

[caladriusposts]

Can you please tell me about izuku in your DR?

People in my dr : izuku midoriya

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⌗ when i fist moved to japan we couldn't say eachother's names correctly so i called him zuku and he called me menmen

★ Used to have a hard time back in preschool when they started trying to get us used to not napping he struggled with it, whenever he saw me in the book corner he'll silently walk over and use me as a pillow, If i was wearing a jacket he would slide himself under it we looked so funny whenever he would just slide into my jackets on breaks i used to tell mom to get me bagger jackets so he can be comfortable. Lets just say he didn't get used to not taking naps and no teacher had the heart to wake him up while he slept,he still slides under my clothes whenever it gets cold after knowing eachother + being married

★ in sixth grade someone tore one of my notebooks up while i was taking a week off school he glued it back together,got a replica and wrote down all my notes in my handwriting so i wouldn't notice and i didn't, only find out when i was helping him pack when we were moving in together and i found the glued notebook,l never mentioned it tho he doesn't know i know

★ Back in ua he used to doodle on my notebook or write notes in class and silently look at me expectingly waiting for me to notice,whenever i flicked his forehead to let me focus he huffed and rested his head on my shoulder

★ when we got our hero licensees he crushed me into a hug and told he to hold the license up to the camera, he immediately sent the picture to all might,he texted us how proud he is and told us good job izu was so happy he picked me up and spun me around till he lost his balance (he made sure he took all the damage and held the back of my head)

★ He called my quirk as beautiful as me and told me he loves how it reflects me as a person,I know it sounds corny but it was so sweet i still think about it he always sees the beauty in my quirk and just sees me you know?? he makes me feel seen

★ takes pictures with every cat he sees stary or not, the cats love him he sends us atleast four pictures every patrol, sometimes he gets too affectionate with them and they hit them on the head or bite him and we turned one into a whatsapp sticker hahaha

★ I dunno why he reminds me of fawns, eveyone says he's a sheep or a bunny but something about him reminds me sm of deers maybe its his eyes and how doe eyed he can look

★covers my ears whenever i get too overstimulated,I dont like being hugged if i am overwhelmed so him covering my ears always works he uses it to massage my temples too to ease my migraines

★ used to let me draw constellations by connecting his freckles atleast the bigger ones he's wll freckled up,especially on his cheeks, nose and knuckles

Post graduation :)

☁︎ Insistes on helping me tour the first years,started when we became second years and he still does so when i started working at ua,the kids love him, its a nice touch since he has more friendly vibe

☁︎ stops by randomly inbetween lectures to check up on me and bring me lunch,sometimes if kats is free he drags him too and we all sit together on breaks, aizawa is sick and tired of us being stuck to his hip in the teacher's lounge

☁︎ he still picks me up whenever he gets too happy,he's strong enough to pick me up and katsuki like its nothing its almost intimidating

☁︎ he eats my food i dunno what's it about him with my food but we can have the same thing and he'll still take a bite of mine he calls it the "izuku task/tax” it changes based on his mood,i love sharing my food anyways so i enbaled that habit

☁︎ one time i was rambling on one of my tts about quirks,he shamelessly took a big bite of my food the comments were talking about i vividly remember two of them "I cant focus on anything but deku just gobbling your food and no body reacting HOW MUCH DOES THAT HAPPEN" and "dawg that was one big ass bite"

☁︎ asked me out on june fifth because i like the number five, got me a pandora bracelet and gets me a charm every five years too they're all swan and space themed

☁︎ pre heats the air frier and makes my coffee in the morning without me even asking,its always how i like it too,he always pours it into a duck mug he got me when we were 17 on a class trip,i’ll post it soon!

☁︎ his hands are calloused from all the training he does but they've never been anything but gentle and warm

☁︎ we make our interns train together so they're very familiar with both of us AND HE ACTUALLY MADE ONE OF THEM CLEAN A WHOLE ASS BEACH??THE POOR STUDENT CAME COMPLAINING TO ME I WAS HOLDING BACK A CACKLE I AM SORRY

☁︎ whenever i am reading he comes over and wraps himself in my wings he's so good at handling them sometimes i don't really feel him moving my wing around, i am either used as his blanket and pillow smh

☁︎ told me he hopes to "have the privilege" of being loved and cherished by me in another life too

☁︎ apparently he talks about me to the students too they told me that he's always bringing me amd katsuki up in conversations or "fawning" over us BUT I FEEL LIKE THEY'RE JUST BEING DRAMATIC but also knowing izuku he does ramble alot so

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

Ps.I’ll probably add more stuff later ❤️

[itsokguysimquirky]

❥ coffee delivery 📓☕✒️

❥ lip gallagher x reader, no use of y/n, college!au, pre-relationship / potential friends-to-lover, cute little thing i wrote as a writing warm-up because I haven't in ages :p wrote it at 3am. proof read it 2 days later at 1am. so apologies if it's nonsense

❥ w/c -> 988

Consistency and Lip Gallagher were basically sworn enemies. Or at least, they weren’t very familiar with each other. That was until he managed to get roped up into your study sessions. The two of you got paired together for a group project near the beginning of the semester, and considering the near perfect grade you achieved with surprisingly little effort compared to most group projects, Lip hadn’t spent much time debating when you asked if he wanted to be your ‘study buddy’. Plus, he had to admit your time management skills greatly outshined his, hence the project running so smoothly. Sure, he had the natural intellect, but staying on top of things that weren’t survival-related was not Gallagher-forte.

But you kept him in line. He had never seen someone spend so much time organising their google calendar of all things. It was your ‘magnum opus’, you told him when he first questioned the colour-coordinated schedule, and he was starting to get why. Without fail you met three times a week, three hours at a time. If Lip had to cancel or cut a session early, another was scheduled to replace it before the hour’s end. Part of him hated it, little miss life together’s hounding on availability, but he couldn’t deny his more recent grades were too good to complain. And he also couldn’t deny your company was much nicer than most on campus, both in the talking sense and the visual department. Sure, your mind was great, but he didn’t mind the face stuck in front of it either.

“Coffee delivery!” Your cheery voice mock-whispered, sliding into your seat across from Lip and placing the cardboard tray of to-go cups inbetween you. The library’s fourth floor was practically empty, or at least the corner you two had tucked yourselves away in was. Seven pm on a sunday wasn’t usually prime study-time, but with Lip’s work-study, your own obligations, and class, it was a surprisingly good fit for you guys. Plus, the quietness made it much easier to focus.

“Thanks,” Lip didn’t look up from his book, one hand scribbling out nonsense into a notebook and the other grabbing a coffee. It was only after he took a sip did he look up, meeting your eyes with a look of offence. “The hell’s this? I told you, black, two sugars, none-”

“Of that cream shit, I know.” You finished, smiling wide as you recalled his very precise order. Your smile turning a little mean, you swapped your cups, bestowing Lip his beloved cream-free coffee, “Wanted you to learn to look up when you grab a hot beverage through a consequence that didn’t involve burning your hand or spilling coffee all over my notes.” With a wink, you happily took a sip of your flat white.

Lip bit his tongue, fighting back a smile at how proud you looked at your little coffee-swap-prank. It was admittedly cute as fuck, but he couldn’t exactly give you the satisfaction of acknowledging that. Instead, he hid his smile behind his coffee, relishing in the taste of its bitterness. This was how coffee was meant to be, none of that milky crap.

“So, what’s on your agenda today, coffee snatcher?” Lip asked, dropping his pen to give you the undivided attention you seemed to be asking for. He could see through your little tricks, swapping coffees was basically the college girl equivalent of little boys pulling pigtails.

You set your coffee aside, pulling off your fingerless gloves and getting your laptop out of your bag. “Advanced thermo. Shit’s kicking my ass, so I’m hoping three solid hours of that will make it… I want to say ‘make it my bitch’, but I’ll take understandable at this rate.” You laugh, flipping open your laptop and powering it on before disappearing back into your overfilled bag to hunt down the rest of your study material. “You?”

“Physics paper. Put it off for too long, now I have a Monday nine am deadline and only an opening paragraph.” Lip answered, nursing his coffee like it was a warm glass of whiskey. He watched as you dug around in your bag for what was, by his guess, probably just a pen he could’ve offered. But you were specific, you had a study pen, a notes pen, a maths pen, probably a pen exclusively for signing the declaration of independence if you searched in your bag long enough, and you were particular enough to not settle for substitutes until you knew for a fact you had no other option.

Finally emerging with a triumphant smile, your study pen grasped in your hand, you return Lip’s gaze. Offering a sympathetic wince, you slide the pack of pretzels you picked up at the coffee shop towards him, “Brain food. You’re gonna need it with a deadline like that.”

A shockingly genuine smile formed on Lip’s face, willing to admit that the gesture, while small, was sweet. He hid the smile behind his coffee of course, waiting til it schooled down to passively appreciative before he dared lowered his hand to reveal the quirked lips behind the lid. “Uh, thanks. That’s- um, that’s nice.” He cleared his throat, hating how he stumbled over his own words, “I, uh, can still walk you back to your dorm at ten, I’ll just head back here after.” Lip always walked you home after your evening sessions, the late hour and dark skies didn’t exactly make a safe environment for a girl like you, or any girl really, to wander around in.

You shake your head, “No, no, I’ll stick around. If you’re pulling an all-nighter I will too, could probably do with one to get my head around this stuff. We’re in this together, gotta keep you company, right?” You tilt your head, smiling at him.

Your smile’s returned, his grin almost dopey. He nods, messy curls bouncing in time, “Yeah, yeah. You’re good company.”

[joannaliangart]

Here; (is the only place) (2025) 2 x 10.5” (closed), 16.5 x 10.5” (fully open), 1.375 x 16.5” (pop-out accordion segment) 16 page accordion-fold book (+23 page pop-out accordion). Risograph-printed, ink and coloured pencil illustrations and poetry.

Here; (is the only place) features riso-printed ink illustrations and poems. The book connects childhood grief with climate grief through their shared experience of losing home and being swept into a future that threatens unbelonging. Depending on how the book is held, the openings cut into the pages become doorways to frame the past (pages) or only empty space— regardless, something has disappeared.

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My last crit at ECU was for this piece!! im graduating this May my god it still hasn't really sunken in yet

I got a lot of positive feedback for this work and my live reading of it and the colours turned out even better than I could’ve hoped :']

I’ve applied to a few zine fairs including VABF, so hopefully I’ll be able to sell these there! Otherwise I’ll look into maybe an online store or smth like that (spooky but exciting)

Oughh I don't know about new favourite (There Are Good Things Yet To Bury still pops off to me lol) BUT I think it's definitely been one of my favs to work on!! in terms of process n all that C: BECAUSE!! I got to try out my new dip pens and finally use those acrylic inks (that i got in 1st year cause they were on the class materials list and then we never fuckin used em. rip but hey now here we are full circle) and do some traditional illustration!!! New territory for me and it was really fun!!

I usually stick with digital illustration for all my finished illustration work (vs my traditional sketchbook is only rlly for studies or sketches/thumbnails) but oughhh my god this might change me. this might do it LOL

Maquettes / Ideation phase

I knew I wanted to do more cool stuff with windows after TAGTYTB + at the time I recently had a dream about my childhood home again. It's something I noticed a long time ago, and all poetic metaphor aside I do literally just. only really dream about my childhood house lol, or rather do sometimes dream of other imaginary places but I NEVER dream of the current house I live in (maybe like 1-2 times that I can remember in the 8+ years I've been living here). I also wanted to do a long skinny accordion fold guy. No particular reason than it was an idea that kept sticking to me lol; + I hadn't done anything with accordion fold+windows and AH there's so much potential there because of how every single page overlaps each other with that folding method!!!

So! That was the basis for my concept, and I started to fold n scribble on scrap paper to make these maquettes. I also started numbering them which was SO helpful thank god because I think I ended up with TWENTY OR MORE maquettes by the end wagh!! But oh my god these were so helpful to make so many of I really hit on something with this one below, 1 big rectangle and 2 circle windows... It wasn't even intentional, I just cut them into the paper and then started drawing/writing, and once I reached the flipside realized that you could see the words "this is my home" on one page, above the drawing of the house which was on ANOTHER page. WHAT!! literally so cool I'm so happy that happened it literally dazzled me:

Midterm / printed maquettes aka poem writing in affinity publisher

In my final crit, one of my profs asked if 'this is what I saw in my head the whole time' in a 'wow I can't believe it looks this good congrats' kind of way LOL which is like so oof but so fair because this is what my midterm presentation looked like LMAO:

I have a LOT of analysis-type notes I wrote down in my google doc so I can remember in the future all my intentions with the poems and its a pretty LONG list. One of the main ones is how the semicolon ; operates as the symbol of being inbetween a continuation, barrier, threshold, stop, doorway... ALSO it kinda looks like a lock+door handle (!!)

Also this might've been before my midterm, but I went back to my childhood home area and ough. I'm glad I did cause I got inspiration for the illustration imagery when I saw how big the trees had gotten. I literally said out loud "oh!" aough my god. I don't know I just hadn't expected it... I think I had even noticed it a few years ago when I visited but forgot and I just. augh. Included the experience in one of the poems in this book "I looked for my grief / I looked / for disappointment [...] and still i was / startled / by the / bigness of the / trees [...] it's just such a relief / to know that something grew / up with me"

ILLUSTRATION TIME BABEY

this whole process was FULL of stress but like GOOD stress. I was on my fuckin grind dude All my text/poems/windows layout was all formatted in affinity publisher, and then I printed that out (at staples, I was gonna use the library but they couldn't print tabloid size paper rip) and just pencil sketched right on those. I COULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS DIGITALLY I DON'T THINK. Because it involved cutting out the windows so I could PHYSICALLY take the paper and see where the images would line up on other side. which was fun as hell

Then I took to staples again and made photocopies (so I didn't fuck up the original pencil sketch), and then traced the tabloid size + windows onto my nice paper. Also look at my setup !! We have this glass table in my house, and I had the kickass idea to put a bright light underneath as a DIY lightbox yippee!! It is however a very low table and while I had a lil stool it prob wasn't great for my back or legs lol (sidenote why are lightboxes so expensive its just a box with a light in it man)

inking time! dip pens ouh my goodness... Still trying to get used to them but they give such nice results.. I'm surprised at how much I like how the illustrations turned out tbh but I am really enjoying this kind of weaving, vignette/snapshot/overlapping almost collagey kind of vibe it has, especially with the text. Similar to the poems I also have a list of all my illustration symbolism/analysis kind of thoughts. it's a shorter list, but one of the main things on there is how I kinda in the moment ended up creating these visual rhymes: The door hinge = rollerskate wheels = moth (plucked wing) = pine cone scale; representing how things follow you from past to present in different forms, things changing but into what? I did separate layers for lines and colour, main book and pop-out accordion. The colours were fun because the acrylic inks came with a dropper and I'd drip bits of ink from real high up to get a lovely splatter !! and also used a straw to blow wet ink around all around a good time I used a sheet of plastic to protect the paper with the lineart on it from the wet ink/water going onto the colours layer. The lightbox was good but defo less effective with the colours layer because the water would warp the paper and lift it away from the table surface (so I couldn't see the lines below rip) Oh my gosh and I used pencil crayons for more texture!! forgot about that lol but it really really helped, and I did some frottage of my childhood house's key+traced its outline; I really wanted the key to be as "real"/"connected to reality" as possible (+yes once again that is a truth in the poems, I do still have it because before it was sold someone broke in and completely destroyed the door handle/lock. we assume with a crowbar.)

also my cat would sit behind me on the couch while I worked sweet creature... (ouh and I know there's Himi Gouache in that one image but I didn't use gouache lol I was considering it but didn't) I worked on the illustration every day of reading week from morning to night to get it done in time for risograph printing hoowheeee

Scanning and Prepping for Risograph Printing

I scanned my lineart and colours with my school's fancy scanner (which I'm gonna miss once i graduate augh it scans soo nicely staples scanners dont do shit for detailed scans)

I knew how to do it in photoshop already, but Managed to figure out how to split my colours so I had files for just blue, just yellow, etc. Ended up with SO MANY FILES!! i love you risograph printer even if I had to prep and print 16 files and redo 2 masters lol

I checked how all the colours looked digitally but you really can't exactly predict how risograph will look until you print it, and I was trying to extrapolate and imagine how the prints would look based on these digital mockups lol.

Lucky for me, they actually turned out BETTER and brighter than I was imagining!! Except for pop-out accordion side A, which looked wayy too busy and forest-green for my liking lol. So I had to redo the master and ended up doing NO blue colours, only blue lines which I think turned out ooo yummy tasty speaking of redoing masters, I also had to re-do the teal in the main book too because it was WAY darker than I was expecting and making the text too hard to read waaagh but I'm so very glad I fixed it because it made a world of difference in legibility. In total ended having to buy 4 new masters to redo orz

Trimming folding binding

This was kinda irritating lol .. I didn't realize I guess the stack cutter in the comd studio cuts at a bit of an angle or smth cause the size was slightly smaller than I wanted. which is a problem because I need my windows and folds to line up as precisely as possible and the slight size difference kinda fucked that up :(( but ah well. it doesn't get super in the way of experiencing the work but I'm a little miffed lol I also had to score and trim all the pop-out accordions one by one waghhhh Look at this pile orz

I'm SO glad I scored all the fold lines for these though that was so smart of me thank god because I could not have folded them without those guides holy shit it would've gotten so misaligned. AND it made it soooo satisfying to fold along a score line, like with the gentlest pressure it folds perfectly right where you need ouh chefs kiss cutting the windows is tedious sigh but!! I'm very happy with the circle cutter I bought just for this project (and for future window cutting in future projects ofc). I actually bought 2 circle cutters but the first kinda fuckin sucked when I tested it out rip. You can't see where you're cutting and it's fine for Cutting A Circle but not for when you need to cut a circle in a SPECIFIC spot like I do lol. Olfa Compass Circle Cutter for the win babey (not sponsored. is that even a thing on tumblr posts. lol) also when you grab a handful of the folded pop-out accordions it makes me feel like I'm grabbin a bunch o fun caterpillars C:

Final crit!

I was really strugling with figuring out where or how to install this thing, but thankfully my profs had booked a space that once I took a look (I'd never been in that room before lol there's still so many rooms I probably don't even know exist at ECU) ended up working really well ! I borrowed a blanket/tablecloth from my supervisor at my workplace when I was talking about my project and wanting to find a fitting tablecloth, and the pic they showed me of it was p much perfect very colourful !! yaaay thank goodness I was able to haul a plinth over to the room and set it up by the window C: natural light and near the rooftop garden, very good! And set up a bunch o chairs so people could sit while I did my reading.

The reading went very well!! I actually lol its soo funny I had practiced a bit at home and had always held the book out to my right, but on the day of I held the book to my left n as I started reading realized "oh no. unexpected flip I can't see some of the words as good" LOL but once I got to the pop-out accordion I kinda had an excuse to switch to holding it out to my right haha and it went smooth The class really liked my performance and the work overall which I'm awaughhh :'] like TAGTYTB people were really into the "choreography/architecture" of the windows, as one person described which is SUCH a good word for it o my goodness

And 5 people bought a copy!!!!!! oh my god!! tbh I thought maybe 1 or 2 ppl might but 5!! I'm not particularly close with any of them either, I'd consider like 2-3 I'm more familiar with but even then oh my gosh. awaa ;;w;; was so so lovely and gave me a lot of confidence in the piece I printed 100 copies! don't know if i should print more or not seeing as it was so successful... my energy is pretty spent now and I wanna take a while to recover lol now that the semester is winding down. But I'm gonna lose studio access to the comd risograph printer soon so i dunno... ah sigh

Now the grad show is my next big thing. my application is submitted and the due dates gone n passed, but this crit gave me the confidence n idea to do a reading of the book(s) I'm showing...... I sent an email if there's any way I could add some kind of scheduled event to my application but idk it's been a week since the due date so it might be too late to make changes rip

other fun stuff

It's now in the ECU artist book collection!!! I was so spooked by it but my profs recommended I look into it and the process was way easier and the person I emailed had the vibe like they did this all the time lol???

🎶 Music I was listening to while writing the poems to try and catch the vibes I needed:

Virgina - Boys Go To Jupiter

Claw Machine - Sloppy Jane ft. Phoebe Bridgers

Death Throes Of A Struggling Romance - (formerly Maryknoll)

Copacabana - Harvard Dn & Tonics acapella with Soloists Elio Kennedy-Yoon and Andrew Courtney

No More Birthdays - Sophie May

Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl - yeule

wish u were here - Boys Go To Jupiter

Lovers Always Lose - Boys Go To Jupiter

Ankles - Lucy Dacus

+like the whole Meet Me After Practice album - Boys Go To Jupiter LOL i love it soooooo fuckin much

[courfee]

Another ask game another mar ask: 🪐, 📚 and 🧃 please and thank you <33

hi love <33

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

i made excellent miso soup for dinner today. i've been writing for 681 consecutive days now and i'm pretty proud of that. people seem to like the things i create which is really quite nice, honestly

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

"Im peter by the way"

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

my recorder teacher made me take up music theory classes because i wrote a song and very proudly showed it to her and she realised i had no idea what the lines inbetween the music actually mean, i just put them down arbitrarily unaware of bars and rhythms. was kinda disappointing, i expected praise and instead i got more work :/

writer's truth or dare

[restlessmaknae]

After saving the world together, the son of Aphrodite takes it upon himself to get your attention by visiting your archery classes unannounced - much to your annoyance and much to everyone else's amusement.

➳ Characters: son of Aphrodite!Ten x daughter of Ares!reader/you

➳ Genre: Camp Half-Blood au, greek mythology au, comedy, enemies to lovers

➳ Words: 2.6k

➳ Warning: mentions of blood, innocent lives taken, Ten is called stupid a few times (but reader is in denial, that's why)

➳ A/N: This story is part of my '5 words, 5 stories' series for which I wrote 5 totally different stories with 5 different band members featuring the same 5 words "I'm sorry, I love you". If you're interested in the other stories, check out this link! Otherwise, they can totally be read on their own. Dedicated to @dat-town❤️

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“No, widen your stance!”

“I’ve told you, you should stand at a 90 degree angle to the target!”

“What are you doing? You are not Hephaestus at work! Straighten your spine, you fool.”

It was never easy to be at Camp Half-Blood, but when you were the instructor instead of the pupil, it was even more difficult. You knew that not everyone can be a skilled archer like yourself - for instance, the kids of Aphrodite had never been one for archery -, but at least they should seem like they were trying. They should listen to you instead of going after their own heads or daydreaming about their crush in a different cabin. You were their instructor, for gods and goddesses’ sake!

Yangyang, one of the Hermes kids, let out a frustrated huff after another completely missed attempt, and instead of aiming at the target, he put one hand on his hip while holding the bow in the other, ready to throw it to the ground.

“Yangyang, you better not-”

As soon as he heard your authoritative voice and noticed your deadly glare, he pulled his lips into a (faked) innocent, boyish smile. That boy was one for tricks and smooth talking, but you never gave in to such behaviour. You were the daughter of Ares, the god of war after all. You didn’t come here to be messed with - you were determined to teach everyone how to do archery even if they were a seemingly hopeless case. Like Mark Lee who - despite being the son of Apollo, so supposedly excelling at archery - could not aim further from the target each and every time. At least, he was trying though. Even after yet again falling for Yuta’s trick (thinking that he got apple juice from the son of Dionysus, not actual alcohol), being hungover yet again, he was here, making the effort to aim at the target (even though his arrows flew everywhere like a firework).

“I was just imagining myself in a fight. I didn’t actually want to act on my intrusive thoughts,” Yangyang reasoned with a grin, and you just shook your head.

“I must warn you that we will have field archery soon, so if you can’t bring yourself to do target archery now, that will be even harder. As in, the target won’t be in a straight line like now.”

“Yes, I might stand a chance then,” Mark chirped gleefully. “I can’t bring myself to shoot in a straight line, but with field archery, I might have some luck,” he added beamingly, and you respected his optimism even though archery scarcely had anything to do with luck.

Either way, you walked up and down the archery field, correcting postures and suggesting to change bows, taking your job very seriously. After basically saving the world with a few other demigods, you decided to stay at the camp instead of leaving and trying to head for college because you knew that this camp needed some heavy training if there was ever another mission to accomplish.

Even though you were certain you could take on the world yet again, the more trained campers there were, the merrier. Besides, you couldn’t be everywhere all at once - last time you might not have been able to go and come back from the Underworld if Johnny, Kun and the others hadn’t protected the camp from a flock of monsters unleashed from the Underworld. Hades and Zeus had a beef yet again, and of course you had to be the ones to suffer the consequences.

Though it was not only you who decided to stay instead of going to college after finishing school…

“Oh, look who we have here!” The mellifluous voice of Aphrodite’s son reached your ears as you turned around even before he could signal his presence. Your hearing was good, and he didn’t exactly have the lightest steps - unlike yours, you were like a shadow, trained to be invisible and go around silently.

“Ten…” You gritted through your teeth even before you came face-to-face with his grinning face. This boy had too much confidence for someone who walked around half-naked (most of the time) and missed being shot (sadly all the time) when he decided to visit your archery classes. It seemed to be his favourite pastime activity these days.

“Don’t I look dashing today?” He inquired proudly as he swirled around in his robe. Because the damn boy wore a bathrobe, except that he didn’t bother to tie it in the front, so his whole chest was out on full display - much to the entertainment of some girls in your class.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t decide to march into my class aka march straight into the archery field all the time,” you mentioned, completely ignoring his question, as you pointed around. Ten literally walked to the centre of the field where you were supposed to say your instructions about the next exercise. If he had walked out just a few minutes earlier, someone might have shot him. Mark Lee probably would have.

“I’m sooooorry,” he pouted, but anyone could tell that it was fake acting on his part. No one did fake acting better than the Aphrodite kids. “I love you, Miss Instructor, and I just can’t bear not seeing you even for a day,” he winked at you, and you acted as if you gagged at him.

Just because you had saved the world together once, it didn’t mean that you were anything more than comrades at best. Even though you couldn’t deny that he had been there when you almost had a nervous breakdown because you had doubted your skills… Damn it, why did he have to see you at your worst?

“If you don’t want me to shoot you straight through your heart, I advise you to leave,” you warned him through gritted teeth, but as expected, he turned the tables.

“But you’ve already done that. Eros has nothing on you.”

There were a few murmurs hearing that, and a group of girls blinked at the two of you in confusion. Even though there had been rumours about you two having developed romantic feelings towards each other during the mission, they had died down a few days after your return. However, ever since peace settled into the camp again, the rumours had grown stronger again, and Ten was definitely not helping the situation with his ever so frequent (and very much unannounced) visits during your classes.

“Besides, I don’t think everyone despises my presence as much as you do,” he added smugly as he winked in a few, shushing girls’ direction. They shrieked excitedly at the gesture, acting like stupid teenagers in those stupid teen movies you had seen on TV before you realised that they were a load of trash. Well, they were teenagers after all.

“Shut up, Ten!” You rolled your eyes, and you were ready to push him off the field when he looked back at you, his lips slowly curling upwards, curling seductively, and you knew it, you could feel what was about to come. “If you dare to say ‘make me’, I’ll shove you off right now,” you added before he could open his mouth, but that just fuelled his fire even more.

“Looks like someone knows me too well.”

“Looks like someone chatted way too much on our way to literal Hell.”

“Well, I can’t deny that I had a good time.”

“Well, I didn’t,” you bantered with him because you could not let him win this one. You were the daughter of Ares, you didn’t just lose to a guy with the IQ of a fish.

Ten was about to open his mouth, but Johnny showed up in his usual training clothes, and you knew that it signalled the end of your class because the campers were supposed to have his lesson after yours. Yangyang was overjoyed at the arrival of the son of Artemis while Mark Lee whimpered that he wanted to try some more to see if he could have any luck today.

“Bye bye, Miss Instructor!” Ten waved at you as he was scurrying away, and you couldn’t help but exchange a glance with Johnny.

“He leaves only when the class is over, that dumbass.”

“Not gonna lie, he’s trying hard to get your attention,” Johnny pointed out, bemused, and you couldn’t help but realise that there had not been any rumours about Ten being with girls since you had returned to the camp together. Flirting with girls? Yes, he was still doing that, but he was the son of Aphrodite, it came with his blood, but being with girls and seen kissing girls like he had been before your mission… you had not yet heard such rumours. Maybe that’s why everyone believed that you were actually together.

You shrugged though, trying not to think of the way he looked at you, the way he held your hand and squeezed it and the way he had promised you that everything would be alright when your plan had almost fallen through during your mission.

Back then, you had just escaped the Underworld together with Ten only to get to know from Persephone that Hades was currently outside, doing god knows what. Meanwhile, storms were raging, tsunamis flooded cities, drought dried out lands of crops, and ultimately, people were suffering and dying as a consequence. That’s what you had always hated about the gods and goddesses: no matter what, they could never find peace, and whenever they stirred up trouble, it affected humans in the human world. Innocent humans, women, men, children, parents, sisters, brothers… All because these so-called mighty immortals could not control their feelings.

Your best chance afterwards had been to visit Hermes because he always knew where to find someone. At least, he knew where to start finding him. However, instead of a direct answer, Hermes had told you that his roadways had been distributed due to the turbulence in weather, so he couldn’t have helped you. Instead, he had directed you to Anemoi, the wind gods, because they might be able to lend you their compass to tell you the direction of Hades. For that, you had to travel to the Tower of the Winds in Athens, and on your way, you had not only lost precious time but also hope.

With Hades’ rage, many monsters from the Underworld had emerged, and you had to constantly battle through them as they had started popping up out of nowhere. You had been hurt, sleep-deprived and very, very tired of this whole thing by this point, no wonder you had not been in the best mood while you had been walking towards the Tower of the Winds (and to do that, you had to go there after closing hours and turn off the security cameras around, so ultimately breaking the law here and there), and Ten had picked up on it.

“Are you going to stay silent for the rest of the mission?” The boy had asked, breaking the silence that had been stretched between you two ever since the son of Aphrodite had realised that you would not react to his words, let alone snap at him for his stupidest ideas.

You had continued walking forward sulkily, not in the mood for small talk, but he had grabbed your wrist, making you turn towards him. Your immediate reaction had been to fight back, but he had seemed to expect that, hence he had yanked your other hand away before you could peel his fingers off.

“Hey, I know you’re mad, but it’s going to be alright. We’ll put an end to this soon, I can feel it.”

“You and your optimism…” You had tsked snarkily, your mood not at all lifted by his supposedly motivational words.

“I know you feel like the weight of the world is on you, and I know you think that I can’t compare to you which is, in a way, actually true because you can kick ass better than anyone at Camp Half-Blood,” he had started again, and hearing that, your lips had curled upwards just a bit. Only a bit. Ten wasn’t one to flatter anyone but himself, so his compliment had meant a lot to you.”But let me share that burden with you, just for the duration of this mission. You can go back to hating me afterwards, but let me help whenever I can.”

“I don’t hate you,” you had blurted out, your voice coming out raspy after not speaking up for so long. Hearing that, the boy’s eyebrows had elevated, and his lips had started to curl into a smile, but before he could have continued, you had added: “I just find you annoying.”

“I prefer annoyingly handsome, but I’ll let it slide this time,” he had joked, and you couldn’t have found the will in you to go against him, not this time.

When he had let his features become solemn again, he had just stared at you for a few seconds, and you had this jarring feeling stirring up something inside your heart. You weren’t one to let anyone close to you, but spending so much time together while hopefully saving the world had undeniably brought you two closer and he had seen you in so many ugly and vulnerable situations (such as meeting your father on the way to Hermes, and having to hear from him that you had been nothing but a nuisance in his eyes because someone who was focused on battle all the time shouldn’t have made the mistake of having a child like you, a girl on top of that even though he had had many love affairs during his lifetime), seen you sleeping with your hands balled into fists, your knife by your side, seen you cry when some monsters from the Underworld had attacked a child, and you couldn’t have saved her… So yeah, the list was long by that time.

“If anyone can do it, it’s you. It will be alright, I promise,” he had told you, and this time, it had seemed convincing. You had felt yourself soften a bit, and may it have been because of your less alarmed body language or the solemnity of the situation, but the boy had squeezed your hand and you had let it, you had let him do so.

For once, you had wanted someone to hold you like that, so you wouldn’t need to be the one to always keep yourself together, and no matter how much you would have wanted to deny it, it had been him. The one you had supposedly found annoying and bratty and self-centered before this very mission.

“Hey! Are you okay? You had been zoning out a bit,” Johnny’s familiar voice brought you back to reality, and you shook your head in an attempt to shake off the remaining parts of the flashback. You swore you could have felt the ghost of Ten’s touch on your fingers though.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. I still find him annoying,” you clarified as a belated point to your previous conversation, and let Johnny smirk to himself all he wanted, you headed to your own cabin.

A voice in your head gawked at you though, repeating the same word over and over again: liar, liar, liar…

Maybe one day, you will be brave enough to confront your feelings instead of denying them, but that day was not today.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading the fic! Personally, I really enjoyed writing it as I love the setting and also sassy Ten is just iconic haha

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[j4m3s-b4k3r]

deadpan & deadly

A recent TV favourite is the Australian crime comedy MR INBETWEEN. About a night club bouncer who is embroiled in underworld shadiness on the side. While also raising his ’tween daughter, dating, and caring for his terminally ill brother. 

The 'hitman as everyman' is by now a tired trope, and I wasn’t expecting to like this show as much as I did. However, I was quickly on the hook. Constantly marvelling at the balancing act this series manages, between laughs, and grim spectacles of mortality & dread. A dreadpan comedy. This show manages to be funny, terrifying, and even (surprisingly) poignant. 

All 26 episodes in the 3 season run were written by Scott Ryan, who also stars as Sydney crim, Ray Shoesmith. Every episode was directed by Nash Edgerton, one of the founders of Blue Tongue films. I first became aware of this collective of filmmakers via their short films SPIDER, BEAR and I LOVE SARAH JANE. They’d started making shorts a few years earlier, to support each other and expand their skills. Going on to make several highly regarded feature films (including ANIMAL KINGDOM).

Nash Edgerton started his career as a stuntman on such films as TWO HANDS (a personal fave) and Hollywood blockbusters shot in Australia (like the MATRIX trilogy and STAR WARS prequels) while directing rock videos & short films. Including the one that got him noticed, 1997’s DEADLINE. 

In 2005, Edgerton saw an early 30 minute cut of THE MAGICIAN. A mockumentary following a Melbourne hit man on the job. Scott Ryan wrote, directed, and starred in it himself, on a budget of $3,000. Edgerton helped expand it to feature length, getting it a cinematic release in 2005. Ryan & Edgerton then developed the film into a TV series, and took it to networks. All balked at a show starring the unknown Ryan. 

Then, in 2018, the FX network took a chance on MR INBETWEEN. Perhaps because by that time Edgerton’s stock had risen, having directed feature films THE SQUARE, GRINGO, and several high profile rock videos. Ryan had never been on a professional film set before working on MR INBETWEEN. He'd only done odd jobs. Driving taxis and delivering pizzas since last being in front of the camera, over a decade earlier.

So it’s perhaps understandable that networks hesitated. Assuming that he couldn’t carry a series. However, I’m glad they finally took a chance, as Scott Ryan gives the performance of a well seasoned actor. With range to deliver brilliantly timed deadpan comedy, deadly rage, and even existential sadness.

Being embroiled in the everyday lives of antiheroes is one of TV’s most familiar setups. A ‘way in’ to a loon's life, allowing the average non-psychopath to empathise with (if not exactly like) the main character. We learned to understand Tony Soprano (the prototype for all these recent ‘everyman’ goons) when introduced to him via his therapy sessions. It was hard not to feel for Walter White, as he dealt with his financial & medical emergencies. 

Similarly, when Ray talks about unicorns with his daughter over ice cream, or reads her a children’s book, of course we’ll see the softer side of the hardened crook. But for me, 'getting' Ray, began when he took the blame for his buddy Gary’s porn stash. Discovered by Gary’s wife. In taking a bullet for his mate, and willingly copping naked contempt for it, I began to actually like Ray, and his personal no mate left behind warrior code.

Some early reviews complained that the basic idea for the series was nothing new. It's true that we do see Ray in anger management classes, and other such familiar scenes (entertaining though they may be). However, the series evolves, and by season two I found the stories to be uniquely thrilling affecting and funny. Critics who stayed with the series agree.

The 19-25 minute episodes are miracles of narrative compression. They swoop in, set their explosive timers, and get out. Just like Ray on a mission. Some are purely funny. Focusing on bickering between Ray and his crim cohorts. Or verbal sparring with his daughter & brother (the bogan poetry of my people bantering was, for me, a constant pleasure). There are also brief, existential meditations. Other episodes are barely verbal - action movies distilled to a white knuckled twenty minutes. Taken as a whole, the series is a crime comedy that evolves into something more. A smorgasbord of brilliantly written, acted and directed short films - serving laughter, horror, thrills, and heartbreak.

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Nash Edgerton’s most recent directing was for the Irish black comedy thriller BODKIN on Netflix. Scott Ryan is apparently writing new stuff, but has kept a low profile since MR INBETWEEN. That great series had a long gestation, and the next one might too. I'll gladly wait as long as it takes for him to deliver his next gem.

[uselessdancedata]

Honestly 11 isn’t that bad to start en pointe. Like I generally say 12 like I did what I submitted to dance snark because that’s when you finish majority of general foot growth (there was more but I can’t remember all the sources I was reading against lmao but that’s the gist of it). Obviously some girls feet grow faster so 11 for them could be 12 for someone else. Anything under 11 is really, really pushing it. Dancers shouldn’t be en pointe at yagp before 12/13 because if you still need time to train en pointe. Like if an 11 is already perfect en pointe and dancing hard variations you kinda gotta look at that and go hmmm “how long have you been en pointe?” Honestly Junior should be all recommended to be on flat or demi. Since it’s 12-14 (correct me if I’m wrong) it’s not that unbelievable for someone to only just be en pointe by 13/14. I believe your feet keep growing until 15-16? Don’t take that as fact because that’s just what I remember from when I wrote up my other essay. So if someone started at 14 it’s reasonable they wouldn’t be en pointe dancing variations till 15. Starting at 14 is not a bad thing either, generally those who start older have a healthier time en pointe since your feet are like almost fully/fully grown.

Where I dance, generally kids are given a year of training before you compete/perform en pointe. I do not live in America and the ballet world is still significantly company focused not win focused. Although we did get a ygp location here last year so who knows. (Might send the video of one the entries I found who did fairy doll, I don’t think there’s many more videos because I don’t think anyone really gave a shit about it over here lmao.)

Also like en pointe earlier is not proven to make you better at it. You won’t get a huge advantage from starting so young. I also personally think pointe is a very special and almost sacred thing, something you work and strive for, not just when you want comp wins.

this is all pretty interesting!

i think the reason why yagp will never push 12-14 to be on demi isn't even biological or practical, but more monetary. every other competition is recommending 12-14 to be en pointe, either in writing or by precedent. it's annoying for dancers to have to practice variations on demi for one competition and en pointe for another. yagp might be a leader now but if they try to enforce 12-14 on demi, i could easily see them losing their clientele to adc ibc, ubc, etc.

there's also the issue of yagp being known for giving out scholarships, and most ballet auditions for schools do expect to see that age group doing pointework. and it seems quite strange to ban pointe onstage and then they come into the audition class and have to do pointework anyway.

i think the issue is that the 12-14 age group is so diverse. especially with the yagp season spanning nearly the whole year; there will then be 11- and 15-year-olds to think about. it's unreasonable to expect 11-year-olds to all be en pointe, and unreasonable to expect 15-year-olds to all be on flat shoes because that's an age where many are thinking about full-time ballet schools which require them to already have a certain level in pointework. there's maybe a possibility of splitting the "inbetween" age group into a flat division and a pointe division? i've seen that at a few less popular competitions, so it's not entirely unheard of. i think the one i'm thinking of was 12-13, so you would have 12-13 (Demi) and 12-13 (Pointe) and they are considered separate but equal divisions. below 12 is all demi, above 13 is all pointe.

i don't know if that's the way to move forward, but i think it would give them some ability to shine while still on flats, which might then encourage them to take more time if it's necessary for them individually. but it still gives the girls who are more confident en pointe to shine in their own division.

[wornoutmouse]

Look I wrote this for my friend but i popped the hell off with this one so if you don’t mind reading a name inbetween a few dialogue points pls read

You ran hurriedly through the halls of the school as the third bell finally rang. You had overslept and had barely made it onto the bus. Skidding to a stop, you slow down when you get to the door, catching your breath before entering. Just as you annoyingly expected, eyes dart towards you as soon as you entered, effectively catching the teacher’s attention.

 “This is the second time you are late young lady, one more time and I will have no choice but to write you up.” You smile awkwardly, “Sorry Miss, it won’t happen again.”  Ms. Bustier clicks her tongue disapprovingly as she watched her student walk to her seat, head hanging low. You sit down in your chair with a soft sigh as Ms. Bustier spoke about today’s lesson.

For the most part, you pay attention to the lesson being taught, that is until your attention is being interrupted by a pencil poking your side. From your peripheral vision, you see fluffy blond hair swaying gently to get your attention. You mutter under your breath, swiping the pencil with your hand, “Quit it Adrien I’m already in trouble.” The boy huffs but the playful aura still hung around making your skin buzz with excitement.

 Shifting in your seat, you squint your eyes at the smartboard, writing down notes every so often. Looking down once again, you notice a small piece of paper folded, You look at Adrien who boredly watched your teacher speak. Opening the paper you roll your eyes at the note inside. 

A - Late again are you Miss Mia? One more time and I might have to wake you up myself

Nibbling the tip of your pencil you write a note back, crumpling the paper before tossing it at Adrien’s head with a smirk.

You- Well maybe I wouldn’t have been so tired if you hadn’t interrupted my study time with your modeling rants

The paper is tossed back at your head, catching in your curly hair, making Adrien snort.

A- Well I can think of other ways to keep you up at night...

You cough loudly at the message, eyes darting at Adrien’s laid-back figure. You scribble down a quick snarky reply with shaking hands. You go to pass the paper but the sound of a throat clearing interrupts you. You turn to your left and are forced to look up, gulping when you notice your teacher’s signature white blazer. She holds her hand out and you reluctantly place the ball of paper in her hand.

“While I will not embarrass you by reading out your hidden messages, I will embarrass you by writing you up for detention.” Sputtering, you point an accusing finger at the smug boy behind you, “He started it first I was just..” You are hushed by a firm hand on your shoulder, “Well if that’s the case, both you and Adrien can join each other at study hall.” Adrien groans behind you and you throw a glare his way, one that he responds with a teasing wink. The sound of the bell ringing grimly reminds you of the dreadful time awaiting you in study hall after school.

 When you get thereAdrien is already there and waves you over to him. You narrow your eyes at him but sit next to him anyway. “Aww don’t look at me like that Mi, it’s not my fault you aren’t stealthy enough to pass a simple note in class.” You roll your eyes, “Well if you weren’t tossing notes like a child, we wouldn’t be here either.” Adrien laughs loudly earning a sharp look from the detention monitor. 

He mutters a silent apology as you busy yourself with a notepad and pencil. The study hall is silent and boring and 11 minutes feel like 11 hours as the clock ticks by. Adrien watches your small scribbles turn into different shapes and sizes. Before long, he notices you drawing a rather familiar face. “Whatcha drawing?” You shrug, watching your pencil make the shape of cat-like ears.

You continue drawing, briefly recognizing Adrien’s body heat as he watches over your shoulder. “You like Chat Noir huh?” Your precise pencil strokes outline the lean frame of one of Paris’s heros. While it is undoubtedly Chart Noir in a heroic setting, the way his eyes slant a little more than his mask allows and the way one of his hands rested on his chest did give way to a more seductive undertone. 

“Yeah, I think he’s pretty hot not gonna lie.” Adrien hums, the feeling of his short breaths blowing against your shoulder makes you shiver. “Really? Well, he can’t be hotter than I can he?” Adrien fluffs his hair pompously as he stretches his body lazily. “I don’t know maybe a little.” Adrien sticks his tongue out at you.

Your monitor stands up and walks towards the door before turning around, “Listen you two, I am going to get lunch, and I better see you two here when I come back or you’ll get worse than detention.” The teacher fixes you both with a long look before leaving. “They are a little stiff in the ass.” You chuckle resting your head on your palm. Adrien slouches in his chair to play on his phone, giving you the perfect opportunity to observe him. Your friend is attractive, that is something you’ve come to terms with a long time ago, hiding your crush away deep in your mind. 

“You like to stare at me when you think?” His tenor voice startles you out of thought and you realize you now have his full attention. Your face is warm and for once you are glad you couldn’t visibly blush. 

“Hey, Adrien? What did you mean by that last message you passed me in class?” You tried to pass the question off as casual but you could feel your heart racing as the room filled with daunting silence. “What do you think I meant?” 

Suddenly Adrien felt too close and the room felt smaller. When you made eye contact with him, his eyes were slanted just like Chat Noirs on your drawing. “You tell me.” You said boldly. Adrien pondered for a while, green eyes observing your features, going from your eyes, down your nose before finally resting on your plump lips. “Well, I think it meant exactly what it said.” Adrien placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his palm. “So tell me why you like Cat Noir?” You stare at nothing, unable to compute the absurd request that came seemingly out of nowhere.

“What?” Adrian’s hand doesn’t stop moving on your thigh, heating your skin through your jeans. “Come on Mi, humor me for a moment.” You hum softly in an attempt at calming your heart rate. “Well, I like how he seems to enjoy what he does,  saving people...” As you speak Adrien takes the time to scoot closer to you paying a sparing glance at the door your teacher left out of a moment ago. “What would you do if you met him?” His hands got closer to your inner thigh fiddling with your belt loops.

The urge to clench your legs together was immediate as the fire within you grew stronger. “I would thank him for his service and-” Adrien shushes you with the sound of your belt clinking a loose. “Let me rephrase, what do you want him to do to you?” Before you had comprehended your predicament, Adrien’s hand had found itself inside your pants.

You were sitting rigidly in your chair, lips parted in a silent exhale. Slender fingers focused themselves on your swelling bud, pressing soft circles on it in an effort to coax it out of its hood. Noting your tensed posture, Adrien tries to distract you. He’ll admit even to himself that this was a bold move on his part and he was surprised you hadn’t pushed him off at this point. “I can stop if you want me to?” You feel his fingers stop their ministrations and you quickly grab his wrist. “No!”

His concerned demeanor is quickly wiped away by a broad smirk as his fingers resumed their task. “Okay then.” He places a kiss on your shoulder through your shirt making you shiver. “You didn’t answer my question.” You nod and try to speak in a stable manner. “I would want him to- oh god!” Adrien’s fingers began to work overtime as they went down to your lips, now wet with your arousal. “I would want him to touch me there! Please.” 

Lips latched lazily on your skin, sucking hard enough for you to feel it but not hard enough for marks to be left behind. “Where is’ there’ Mia? Use your words.” Your back arched in your chair when you felt his slick index finger playfully dip inside of you before returning to your clit.  “Adrien~” Your soft moans were audible now, and every small whimper made his cock ache at the thought of being the cause of your sweet noises. Adrien mockingly hummed, “Oh I see now.”

“You want him to fuck that pretty pussy of yours don’t you?”  You make a strange noise that is a mix of surprise and a moan. You’d never think words like those could leave Adrien’s mouth. “Y-Yes!”  Adrien nodded moving to use both hands now, it was an awkward position but it was worth it seeing you fall apart by his hands. “I bet you think of him at night, kissing you slowly, while his hands roam your body.”  Adrien sinks his teeth in your shoulder blade making you jerk as a particularly hard burst of pleasure racks your body. “You look so damn sexy like this kitty cat.’

You lean forward, holding yourself up by your desk as Adrien’s fingers move faster on your clit. “I can feel how fast your heart is beating, you gonna cum?” The teasing tone in his voice ignited the smallest ounce of competitiveness within you. You grit your teeth and shake your head, “Don’t get so full of yourself Agreste.” Your eyes clenched shut at the feeling of a finger finally entering you. Adrien looked at you with narrowed eyes. He wasn’t a fan when you got competitive, especially when you were obviously bluffing.

There was a thin layer of sweat forming on your skin as your orgasm got closer. Adrien focused on the way your walls quivered around his finger. Your choked-back moans cut the air as he pumps his finger faster. Your wetness was dripping onto your underwear and around his palm making squelching noises. “Are you sure you aren’t going to cum?” Adrien whispered close to your ear taking glee when a tremor passed down your spine. Your orgasm was too damn close for him to stop so you decide to swallow your pride just this once. “F-faster, Adrien, I’m close.” Those were indeed the wrong words to say. Adrien slowed his finger down to slow pumps while his thumb pressed harshly on your clit. He laughed as he could practically feel it throbbing, “I thought you said you weren’t going to cum?” You try to grind down on his hand, bucking slightly as his rough palm stimulated your sensitive lips. “Don’t be an ass ah-fuck!”

You grip the edge of your desk as you finally cum on his hand. Your eyelids flutter and Adrien marvels that the feeling of your cunt that was squeezing him so tightly he could neither tell if it was pulling him in or pushing him out. 

You grunt as he removes his finger, when you look over at him, he is preoccupied with pulling his cock out while licking his fingers clean of your cum. Adrien whimpered around his fingers as his other hand jerked his cock sharply “Ah, you taste better than I thought.” Your eyes travel down his chest to meet his junior. It was thick and surprisingly long. You couldn’t help but feel sorrow for the angry red it was at the tip. But the vein traveling up the side made your mouth water.

His hips bucked to meet his hand desperately. Curses left his soft lips as he tossed his head back in pleasure. A deep warmth flooded your gut from the vibrant imagery of him fucking you with it. “Mia-ah shit.” You raise your head up to meet his eyes, your heart skipping a beat at how the green of his eyes was almost completely drowned by his pupils. “It’s not fair if I helped you get you off, but you won’t help me.” You scootch forward a little bit, swallowing your saliva, “What do you want me to do?” Adrien spread his legs with his hands holding the sides of his chair, “Come on Mi, I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’ve already gone dumb?” 

A hand comes on your shoulder and gently coaxes you down to your knees. You feel small as Adrien peers down at you,  gaze disrupted as his cock begins twitching in front of you. Nervousness enters your head as you quickly come to the realization of how large his dick actually was. “What, are you afraid Mia? Or do I need to get you into the mood?”  Adrien sits up straighter, “Claws out.”  Your tilt your head curious as he combs his fingers through his hair, revealing...cat ears? The sight of a green glow slithering around his body was almost as unnerving as the sight of his outfit changing right before you. 

In little as no time flat, Paris’s neighborhood hero sat in front of you in all his leather glory. His eyes seemed even greener than before, and his personality seemed to change right before you. “Adrien you’re Chat Noir!?” The blond shrugs nonchalantly, gripping his cock and slapping it against your cheek. “Mi I am all for the formalities, but I am so close to fucking your brains out right now, that I think it would be in your best interest to start sucking.” While still being conscious of your hairstyle, Adrien...Noir, pulls your head closer to his groin.

You resist the urge to scrunch your face at the feeling of precum being smeared on your mouth and chin. This resistance only makes Noir chuckle, “Stick your tongue out for me.”  As if it was routine, you do as he says and moan softly from the feeling of his tip tapping your warm muscle. “So fucking perfect for me.”  The praise makes you clench and gives you the courage to open your mouth wider. You suck on his member making him release a pleased growl. His hand laid limply on the back of your head as you take the lead.

The salty taste while slightly unpleasant, wholly addictive. Feeling your growing comfort, Adrien begins thrusting to meet your mouth. The tip of his cock goes all the way to the back of your throat making you choke before dragging back but the sounds of you struggling doesn’t dissuade him. The feeling of your tongue grazing over his vein just before your throat constricted around him drove him wild. Your tiny whimpers made his balls vibrate as he moved faster.

You place your hands on his thighs in order to stable yourself as his thrusts got more brutal. Slob collected around your mouth before dripping down your chin and finally collected by his balls every time they hit your jaw. “Fuck I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!” Adrien’s voice pitched higher as his claws scratched into the wooden chair of his seat. His head tossed back violently as his thrusts became sloppy, legs shaking. Loud sobs left his mouth as you bright him closer to the edge each thrust is accentuated by filthy words. “Your mouth is so. fucking. Tight. Fuck Mia!”

You felt cum shoot down your throat as Adrien holds your head painfully against this crotch. He weakly thrusts into your mouth a few more times before realizing you. Gasping for air, you wipe your mouth of saliva and look up at Adrien as he catches his breath.  Rough hands grip your chin making you look up at him. “You looked wrecked Mi.” Adrien laughs as he wipes cum off the corner of your mouth.  You stand up wobbly and albeit a bit light-headed, Adrien stands with you and kisses your lips, enjoying the taste of himself in your mouth.

“We are going to finish this later.” Before your brain could even prompt you to ask, the bell rings signaling that detention was over. Adrien deactivates his miraculous before grabbing his backpack and leaving detention hall.

[omegawolverine]

puts my chin in my hands n kicks my feet behind me. bff do u have any headcanons for craig and those guys, i love the way ur brain interprets these silly paper cutout guys ^_^

yaaaa ofc bestie <3

craig:

-is a movie snob but not in a "this movie needs to be the most well written film Ever" way, he's a snob in a "if this movie isnt so bad my sides hurt from laughing i just wont fucking watch it" way. seed of chucky is peak film to him

-has two left feet but likes to dance <3 his lanky body does not agree with the movement but that wont stop him from bussin it down celibate style or whatever they call it nowadays

-used to build wooden model airplanes and then paint them with tricia (i almost typed ruby somebody take my hands away), most of them are hung in her room but craig kept a few

-this mfer the type to go to college with literally zero plan, decide to take art after being undecided for as long as possible, hate art bc they make him do other types of art besides what he normally does, then drop out or smth along those lines

token:

-the worst excuse for a mom friend but the guys dont care. he can't cook. he will send them a text just saying "go bed" at like 10pm before immediately going to bed himself and not bothering to see if any of them actually Plan To Sleep. carries around bandaids but will not give them out unless they are deserved (you fell jumping off the swing? dont jump of the swing next time, bitch. no bandaid for u). literally only the mom friend bc nobody else could fill the role

-white chicks is unironically his favorite movie, right next to the medea halloween movie (incase yall forgot token canonically likes tyler perry movies. i cannot blame him. they suck so bad they're good)

-he dresses like a 60 year old dad going fishing or like he is going to the most important meeting of his life, no inbetween

-wants to learn an instrument really bad but has sucked at every single one he's tried so far, not to mention he cant read sheet music for shit.

-is the only one in his class who can write in cursive but he only learned bc both his parents wrote in cursive and he got tired of not being able to be nosey when he found notes around the house. turns out they were mostly grocery lists and appointment reminders.

clyde:

-he/they user

-^ goes thru a gender identify crisis in the 10th grade before goin nah. just a dude who likes they/them pronouns sometimes.

-is on the football team all throughout high school but only bc they need more players. everyone knows he sucks at the game. he does not gain any sort of popularity from being on the team, but he stays so he has an excuse to get out of the house more 🤷‍♀️

-dylexic AND dyscalcic. double whammy! with a side of adhd <3

-is craigs certified dance partner whenever the dude starts jamming. craig will just drag him out to the middle of the room and make him lead in a shitty foxtrot.

-speaking of craig, the height difference between them is crazy. craig gets tall, ofc, but clyde is just kinda. at his chest. face in boobies. it's like u got the absolutely twig of a man at 6'4" and then there's his bestie at 5'6", dragging him around by their linked arms.

tweek:

-despite the whole meth thing, regular coffee is actually apart of his enrichment. it's like the adhd meds he never got, without the extra upper of doing way too much meth on a day to day basis! is a fan of the starbucks iced carmel frappes.

-likes to cook when he is overwhelmed but cooking for him means being up and moving the entire time otherwise he will start to overthink again. he cant do none of that oven cook shit. give him a meal that requires a lot of prep work and watching the stove so he will be busy for a good hour and suddenly it's like he was never upset to begin with.

-an alt baby <3 screamo calms him

-^ wants to take the guys to a concert but clyde "has never listened to something not in the top 40s" donovan and craig "nearly died in the pit at a local punk gig that kenny dragged him to" tucker are against this idea.

jimmy:

-him 🤝 craig

shitty scifi movies

-^ anything with bad aliens in it will become his new obsession for like 4 months and everyone will have to hear about it. hyperfixation go brrr or whatever

-hates scripting sets for the life of him. like. will just write down jokes and hope he remembers bc he cannot be fucked to actually attempt to stick with his own plans

-speaking of scripts, he enjoys a bit of acting but, again, cannot be fucked with scripts. he hates memorizing and feels like it sounds more. well. scripted, when he actually memorizes lines, rather than just getting the jist of his lines and how his character acts and improving it. this technique has mixed results and, obviously, does not go over well with other people he is supposed to be acting with

-^ that being said he is a hit in improv classes ofc

-becomes a big fan of photography sometime in high school, is the resident phototaker both of the group and the grade. if people are posting a candid group photo, it's probably from him

[milkybonya]

a coffee a day

pairing: barista!optional male bias x college!gnreader

warnings: none, just fluff! reader is shy/nervous though ^_^

coffee: bitter! a taste that one must get used to, just like you and him slowly grew closer and fell, deeper and deeper...

[a/n]: this has been in my drafts for decades now and i finally finished it T.T i must confess,,, i wrote it while thinking of Wi Ha Jun AHH i wonder who you'll think of when reading it ?!

inbetween your apartment and campus is a coffee shop where a barista with the most precious smile works each day. you went once just to give it a try, but kept returning just to feel your heart flutter each time he'd hand your credit card back to you with a wide grin, telling you your drink would be ready for you on the right.

you weren't too confident in yourself and felt too nervous to ask for his number, so seeing him each day when you bought a coffee was all you could do. yet still, you wanted more.

realization hit you one day. that if it didn't work out when you asked for his number, you could just never show up again.

so, bright and early on a monday morning before your classes, you pushed open the glass door to the coffee shop. a bell sounded from above as the bittersweet scent of coffee grinds entered through your nose.

there was a long lineup, but you were willing to wait. you watched your barista crush from behind the line of people but still didn't notice that he had seen, and recognized you, too.

he knew you as the cute person who came and got the same drink everyday. the person who would clutch their credit card tightly and nervously before handing it to him, who would mumble 'thank you' about a hundred times, and who would tip him despite most likely being in college and having a hefty tuition to pay.

"excuse me? i'd like an iced caramel macchiato... did you hear me?" the customer in front of him asked.

his eyes moved away from you to the person in front of him, apologizing before taking their order. nonetheless, his thoughts were still fixated on you, and he worried you would be late for class because of the long line. so, he quickly stepped aside to prepare the drink you'd usually get, telling the baristas who were in charge of making drinks what kind of drink it was before returning to taking others.

once you finally reached the counter, your barista crush smiled widely at you, as always.

"the usual?" he asked you, already punching it in.

"o-oh... yes. but how did you know?"

"i could never forget," was his response, and you almost fell over with how his words made your knees feel weak.

then, you had to remind yourself why you were here. to ask for his number!

you cleared your throat, wiped your palms on your jeans and looked up at him with attempted confidence.

"if it would be.. okay... and not a violation of your workers' code... or anything... could i please... get your number?" you quietly asked, mentally punching yourself for asking him so awkwardly.

he smiled and let out the most precious laugh you'd ever heard, hypnotizing you and making you forget about everything else but him. it was only him in that big and busy place.

"sure, but only if you promise to actually contact me," he said, fighting the urge to call you 'cute' when you quickly nodded at him. he stepped aside and wrote his number on the side of your drink, then told you it was ready for you on the right.

for a second, you thought he had decided to not give you his number, but when you saw it written in his precious writing on your cup, you walked out of that place with a skip in your step.

"i work 7-3 on mondays to fridays, but i'm free any other day/time!" was the message he'd written beside his number.

you squealed quietly, running all the way to campus because you were so full of energy.

-

you: hello... you gave me your number at the café today?

him: yes!! it's you!! i've been waiting~

you: if you're free on saturday, then...

him: yes, i'm free :)

him: i know this lovely coffee shop... it isn't the one i work at, but it's so good. want to go?

you: yes!!

him: is 2pm okay?

you: that's perfect :)

and that's how you met up with your barista crush on a saturday afternoon. he was dressed neatly and sat outside, his legs crossed, smiling while scrolling through his phone. when he saw you, he stood up and waved. there was a bright smile on his face that reminded you of an excited puppy, and you wanted to ruffle his hair but couldn't.

"hello! shall we go inside?" he asked, holding the door open for you. you thanked him and stepped in, the soft guitar song playing in the shop making you relax.

he told you about the drinks and even recommended something based on your taste, which you decided to get. once you were seated, he asked for your name.

"i'm sorry i didn't ask for it sooner," he said.

"that's okay! i'm [y/n]," you said in response.

he nodded and introduced himself, too.

the two of you talked about your taste in music and he told you he loves to read. you told him you should read together once, and his face lit up.

"are you suggesting we meet up again for a second date, then?" he asked.

"a date?" you repeated, flustered.

you had been hoping today was a date kind of situation, but you didn't think that he also thought the same way??!?!

he nodded with sincere eyes and you smiled, nodding back at him.

"that sounds good," you said.

when you both grew bored and tired of the coffee shop, you left side by side and walked towards a local park so you could stretch your legs. the conversation flowed constantly, and you didn't feel awkward around this man for even a second. he even walked you home afterwards, telling you he wanted to make sure you got home safely but really he just wanted to spend more time with you.

it didn't take him long for him to ask you when that second date was going to happen. you told him that the only reason you hadn't text him about it was because you were busy studying, and he was quick to reply and tell you that you could just have a study date.

"wait but... you're done your studies, aren't you?" you asked him when you met you outside your campus library.

"i am, but i still study up on a few things in my own time. i guess today's a good day for that!" he cheered, walking behind you towards the library doors.

maybe studying with him was a bad idea.

you felt so nervous the whole time about how you looked, made sure you weren't being weird and mumbling to yourself, and he was just so... dazzling that you couldn't focus. all you did was stare glances at him and pretend to flip through your notes.

you sighed, disappointed with yourself.

he looked up, confused.

"everything okay?" he whispered, and you sadly nodded in response.

"wait here, i'll be back," he said, getting up.

you assumed maybe he was going to the washroom, so you shrugged and tried to properly study while he was gone.

-

when he came back, he found you with a pencil tucked behind your ear and another in your fist, which you raised high as you quietly reviewed your notes out loud to yourself. it made him smile--he admired how hardworking you were and hoped it would all pay off in the end.

you, on the other hand, panicked when you noticed him walking towards you. you quickly lowered your hand and tried to act normal... even though you were perfectly normal this whole time.

"i brought you some coffee! i'm sure it won't taste as good as anything i make, but..." he mumbled, sliding the cup towards you.

you gratefully took it and tried it. of course it didn't taste as good as what your barista boy who was sat across from you would make, but he bought it for you, which made it taste better.

"eat something, too," he said, putting a pastry on top of your notes.

"take a break and then keep studying after."

you nodded, breaking the pastry in half and offering it to him.

"i noticed you stopped coming to our café since we last met," he told you, taking the half of your pastry that you held out to him.

you nodded.

"i mostly would go to see you, but now that i have your number, it's fine... oh, uh, i mean... my studies were getting too hectic! so i decided to stop coming."

he smiled, and tried not to clutch at his racing heart.

"you would come there... to see me?" he asked.

you nodded, focusing on your pastry.

"i guess i should return the favour and come to see you from now on, then," he said.

-

he was true to his word and picked you up from your classes everyday. he'd walk with you to his café, would make you a drink and something to eat and would not let you leave 'til you finished it all before his eyes.

he took care of you like that, and in return, you'd try making lunchboxes for him and would drop them off on days when he was too busy to meet you. you'd check the weather and remind him to wear a coat or bring an umbrella on days when he needed to.

anyone could tell that the two of you were truly in love, but you both took things at your own pace. you were happy with these small things for now, and no one else's opinion mattered.

[badassbabeparker]

Since it’s pride month I was wondering if you could write Peter discovering his feelings for a boy or coming out as Bi? It’s totally okay if not, love you! Happy pride month

Request 2: Can you do a headcanon for peter being bi?

A/n: I combined these requests because they were similar and I loved them so much. In honour of pride month I give you Bi Peter Parker. I really liked writing this even though it’s 3am and I wrote it on my phone (sorry for any errors). This is also my first attempt at a male!Reader x Peter so be kind 💕 I actually really like pride requests so feel free to send more!

Note: If you don’t like them don’t read, please don’t spread hate. Thank you 💜💙💖

Warnings: talks of sexuality and questioning, lots of fluff, mlm kissing

Peter was 13 when he first realised that he might like boys as well as girls

And it was all because of the Maze Runner and Dylan O’Brien

He kept his feelings to himself because he thought it was weird but continued to feel more conflicted as time went on

Sometimes he liked girls, sometimes he liked boys and sometimes he liked both. He’d never felt more confused

Eventually he had bigger problems to deal with like fighting villains with mechanical wings and he didn’t have much time to think about other stuff

It wasn’t until he was in senior year that he got another crush on a boy, one that wouldn’t go away

They were science partners in class and started to spend most of their time together

Peter was one smitten kitten

He blushed and laughed around the boy and often made an embarrassment of himself and that’s when he had called peter “cute”. His cheeks were bright red the rest of that day

They were working on their science project one afternoon in Peter’s room, laughing and joking before they both realised how close they were and how beautiful the other looked in the sunlight pouring in from the windows.

As soon as their lips touched peter was soaring and the rush of adrenaline he felt as he kissed his crush back was more than what he felt as Spider-man. It was pure lust and love and passion, everything he’d been craving

It was that night Peter decided it was time to tell May his truth.

He wrote a whole speech down on cards (he definitely didn’t cry writing it) and was all ready to tell her, his hands shaking.

“I need to tell you something.”

May smiled encouragingly at him and closed her book, urging him to go on

“I-“ peter referred back to the speech he held in his shaking hands before realising that this was the woman who knew him better than anyone and loved him for who he was regardless of anything

“Is this to do with the cute boy you had in your room today?” May smirked playfully and Peter’s blush spread from his neck to his ears.

“I- well kinda.” Peter chuckled and took a deep breath before blurting it out. “I’m bi. Bisexual.”

He closed his eyes tight as if afraid of the reaction he would get but at the same time he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders as he said those words aloud for the first time to someone other than himself.

Before Peter could sense what was happening May had him wrapped in a tight hug and every last feeling of nerves Peter had washed away in an instant. He let himself feel everything he needed to as tears ran down his cheeks and onto her shoulder

“I love you Peter no matter what.” She cupped his cheek as she pulled back and wiped his tears, he nodded and smiled wide.

“Thank you” was all he could manage as May smiled back at him, with nothing but kindness and love in her eyes.

Peter hugged her again with tightly, feeling confident in who he was now that he had told the person who meant everything to him.

“So about this cute boy..” May laughed and nudged Peter as his cheeks turned red once again. He laughed with her and bashfully told her what had happened which she was nothing but happy about, with some light teasing of course.

The next time he came around to work on their “project”, May always made a joke about keeping the door open which made Peter turn pink as the other boy laughed.

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[lupiningwolves]

Not without him | Regulus Black x fem!reader

summary: Y/N Potter and Regulus Black...

warnings: character death, mentions of death, mentions of food, angst

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Seven years ago, a little eleven year old girl walked through the Great Hall. The students from the four houses watched every move the first years made. But two boys were more curious about what was about to happen. Two best friends watched as their younger siblings walked behind Professor McGonagall.

„Are you nervous?“, asked the black haired boy that walked next to Y/N. She nodded nervous. He took her hand and smiled warmly at her. „It‘s gonna be alright.“

„Thank you“, she said. When McGonagall stopped before the teachers table, she announced what will happen. But Y/N already knew. Just one year ago, her brother wrote excitedly a letter to her, saying that he was put in Gryffindor and already made friends.

„Regulus Black“, McGonagall shouted. All eyes turned to the boy that slowly let go of the girls hand, smiled weakly at her and walked to the Sorting Hat.

He sat down and McGonagall was about to put it on his head. It just touched his black hair as it shouted: „Slytherin!“ The girl felt her heart sink for a moment. The Slytherin table cheered loudly while all the other tables stayed silent.

It felt like an eternity until her name was called. „Y/N Potter.“ She walked to the Professor and waited until the hat was on her head.

„Mhm, ah, alright ...“ She had never been more nervous in her life. „Let’s make it - Gryffindor!“ She smile bright and went to the Gryffindors that we’re more than happy to have the other Potter in their house.

„Y/N.“ Her brother smiled at her and hugged her.

„Jamesie“, she responded.

„I‘m so proud of you“, he muttered. He let her go again and faced his best friends. „Y/N, that’s Remus, Peter and Sirius.“

„Hi“, Peter said smiling and Remus waved at her. But Sirius said nothing.

The boys looked at him worried and talked to him about his brother being a Slytherin. The girl didn’t take part in the conversation, but sure listened to what they said.

And when she laid in her bed at her first night at Hogwarts, she decided to became friends with him. A friendship between a Gryffindor and Slytherin, especially a Potter and a Black, was difficult. But not impossible.

-

During her first year, Y/N slowly but steady became friends with Regulus. And by the start of second year, the two were inseparable.

„Regulus“, she beamed as she saw him at the Hogwarts Express. She wanted to go to him, but her brother held her back.

„Not now, Y/N. He‘ll come along. Just like Sirius will.“ She nodded sadly.

Sat alone in a compartment, she waited for him to come, just like he promised before holiday. But when the train started moving, she lost all hope.

With her head against the window, she closed her eyes and waited for sleep to come over her. But nothing happened.

„Is here still a seat for me?“ Y/N smiled as she heard the voice and looked to the door.

„Reggie.“ She got up and hugged him like there was no tomorrow. „I missed you.“

„I missed you too, Y/N.“

-

In her third year, Y/N found out about all the stuff that was going on at the Black house.

She just wanted to use the toilet when she saw her best friend crying in Moaning Myrtles bathroom.

„Reggie“, she breathed out. He raised his head from inbetween his knees that were pulled up to his chest.

„Y/N, I - You shouldn’t have seen me like this.“ He wiped his tears away, but a sob escaped his lips.

Y/N slowly made her way to him to give him time to decide, if he wants her here. But when he didn’t say anything, she kneeled down next to him and wrapped her arms tight around him.

„It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. I’m here now. You have me and always will. Shh“, she whispered in his ear. „Do you want to talk about it?“

Regulus didn’t want to. But he knew her better than anybody else and was sure that she would want him to talk anyway. So he told her everything.

In the end, both of them were crying and in each other’s arms.

„Come on. I got a good friend that has more chocolate than books. And let me tell you, that means he has a lot of chocolate.“ She got up and pulled him to his feet. Then, she dragged him to the Gryffindor tower and sneaked into the dorm of her brother where she stole a few chocolate bars.

-

In fifth year, Y/N started listening more to what the people around her said. And what they said was that she and Regulus were in a relationship.

Before summer, she didn’t think that she could actually be in love with him. But the more time she thought about it, she was sure that the butterflies in her stomach when she thought about him and the jealousy when she saw another girl talking to him, were love.

And who better ask for help than the most lucky person in love herself.

„James, I kinda need you help in something“, she had said.

„What’s on?“

„I - I think I‘m in love.“ The older boy‘s eyes had widened at his sister’s confession.

„Who is it - No, I already know it“, he had corrected himself. „Well, my dear sister, just talk to him I guess. I could ask Sirius if he knows anything.“

The girl had smiled. „You‘d do that?“

„Anything for my little sister.“

So she thought the whole summer about how to confess her feeling towards her crush.

When the teachers talked about their upcoming O.W.L.s, Y/N found herself watching Regulus as he twirled his quill between his fingers.

One time in the library, Y/N studied for the last O.W.L when Regulus sat down in front of her, a big smile across his face.

„Guess what?“, he asked happy.

„What?“ She was happy too, because she had never this such a big smile on his lips.

„I got a date.“ Her heart sunk and her face fell. But she reminded herself that she was his best friend, so she forced herself to a smile.

„Really? Must be a lucky girl then.“

„Yeah, she is amazing“, he said deep in thought. „She isn’t a Slytherin, Mother and Father are going to kill me. But she is worth it. She is beautiful. The most beautiful girl I have ever seen. When I saw her the first time in first year, I knew she was going to be the one I marry.“ His smile grew and grew by his words. And Y/N thought she was going to cry. „She was nervous, you know. I saw it on her face when she walked down the Great Hall. So I took her hand.“

She realised what he was about to say. „Wait - W-What?“

„You, Y/N. Sometimes I wonder how you’re one of the best in all classes. I thought it was obvious.“ She shook your head still in shock. „Well, Darling, you and me are going to Hogsmeade together.“

„We always do, Dumbass“, she retorted.

„We are going out. As in I like you and you like me back more than friends.“

„I‘d be more than happy about that, Mr Black.“

-

Their relationship wasn’t easy, not at all. They were happy when they had one day without a comment from anyone. When Regulus was back home during summer, he told his parents. And the owl that reached Y/N made her look herself in her room for days.

She was more than happy to see him in September. She thought about breaking up with him. The comments from all around them made her insecure about herself and their relationship. And, more important, his health and relationship with his parents worried her the most.

So she decided to talk to him after a few weeks back at Hogwarts.

„Reggie, can we talk for a second?“, she asked him when she was sure that he was done with eating dinner.

„What - Yeah, of course.“ He wasn’t sure why his girlfriend was so nervous. When they walked out of the Great Hall he wanted to take her hand, but she pulled it away.

„We need to break up“, she said when they were in the safe space of her dorm room.

His face fell. „What? Why?“

Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw the sad look on his face. „Reggie, please. You need to understand that-“ He cut her off.

„There is nothing to understand, Y/N. I thought we were doing fine“, he said not so calmly anymore. „What is it? Is there somebody else?“

„What?! No, you know I would never love someone else. There will always be just you.“

„Then why?! Is it the others? The comments?“ She didn’t say anything, but Regulus knew by the look on her face that it was exactly what had got her upset. „Y/N, don’t listen to them. They’re all idiots. I love you, okay?“ Both of them froze at what he said. „I didn’t want you to know this way, but yes, I love you. More than anything in the world. So please, give us another chance. I‘ll do everything to make this work.“

She stepped forward to hug him. „I love you too“, she said against his chest. „I’m sorry.“

„Don’t be, pretty girl. I know it gets hard sometimes.“

-

Regulus and Y/N. After Sirius and Remus the most beautiful couple. Even Lily and James looked bad against them. They went through hell, but still got each other.

When James graduated, Regulus took James part in keeping everything bad away from her. And she kept away the demons that followed him. But there was one thing she couldn’t stop.

He was a death eater.

He told her immediately when he got the mark. She was angry and sad. But not at him, at his stupid family that made him do what he did.

After they graduated, Regulus bought them a small flat near the one Remus and Sirius got. All of them became friends because of Y/N and James. But Sirius still hadn’t got over the fact that his brother was one of them.

But Regulus and Y/N were happy. More than that, they were engaged. No one from the black family knew, except Sirius of course. They wanted to wait until after the war to get married.

All happy and giggling, Y/N came back from her parents to Sirius and Remus‘ flat where everyone was supposed to meet. Regulus said he‘d be there too.

She opened the door and took her shoes off. „I‘m here!“, she beamed and went to the living room. Remus had Sirius in his arms while he was silently crying. James sat on a chair with his face buried in his hands. She heard the girls talking in the kitchen. „What’s going on?“

They looked up at her confused. „Y/N“, James whispered. „You haven’t -“

„I haven’t what?“, she asked worried. She had never seen Sirius crying before. „Where is Reggie? I thought he was coming too?“ Sirius broke down again and a tear escaped her eye.

James got up and hugged her. „I‘m so sorry, Y/N.“

She got out from his grip and looked at him. „What is going on? Where is he?“

„He’s dead, Y/N“, her brother whispered as the girls came in the kitchen and abruptly stopped when they saw the younger girl.

But she didn’t want to believe it. She couldn’t believe it. „When this is one of your pranks, James, I swear to my life ...“ But her brother was serious.

„We‘re so sorry, Y/N“, Lily said. She went to hug her, but she backed away.

„That’s not true“, she muttered. „You’re lying. I talked to him this morning. He said he’d meet me here. He said he couldn’t wait until the wedding. He - H-He-“ A sob escaped her lips and tears flooded over her cheeks. „Please“, she looked around the room and saw everyone’s sad gaze. „No“, she mumbled.

Her knees gave in and before she could fall to the ground, her brother caught her and pulled her in his embrace. „I’m right here. Shh.“

„He can’t leave me“, she sobbed into his chest. „He- He said he’d never leave me. Never. Why? Why did he lie?“ More tears ran down her face. She could barely breath. „I loved him.“

„I know. He loved you too. So much“, her brother said and stroked her hair. „It’s gonna be alright.“

„Nothing is gonna be alright! He’s gone! He is gone.“ She whispered the last part as her voice broke. „I can’t live without him.“

„You can, Y/N. It’s gonna be a rough time. But we’re all here for you. We can get through this together.“

But she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to live without him. Not without the love of her life.

[conceptsformyowner]

Being the party's toy

Cositas are here.

This is a continuation of PTJ6: What things can we consent to? and getting my face fucked.

It was a very long and eventful night so, this is simply what I remember, with a little help from my Owner.

Saturday afternoon

On Saturday, we went to a Sadomasochisn with Shibari workshop, given by the amazing Drux. My Owner learned brand new ways of torturing me (yaaay :'D). They learned how to tie my tongue using string or sticks, how to torture my feet by keeping them bent back with rope running inbetween each toe, torturing them all. They also learned how to leash me from my crotch, and how to safely use rope to make me stay in a position if I don't want to get choked by it. There was a whole thing about tying my hair with rope, but it kept failing again and again. Guess my hair is too straight and soft hahah. The teacher eventually managed to do it, but sadly we weren't able to replicate it afterwards. Having built up my fears and their excitement, the class ended and so we returned home, new torture techniques now under my Owner’s belt.

Preparations

That night, we had a very exciting event coming up. A friend of ours (@musingsformyowner) organized it. It was a small BDSM event, with no more than 30 people participating, and it got us very excited.

We'd finally gotten around to building, tagging, revising, categorizing, and contextualizing a page with my Use List, inspired by the CNC List concept I wrote about a month ago. On this list (english version coming soon to a tumblr blog near you) they'd made me write 115 ways to use their toy.

It wasn't that hard to write, since they made it my only entertainment after two days of forced boredom chained to their toilet, but the greater work came after it.

We read through the list together and one by one we made sure the items were clearly understable, added descriptions where necessary, and my Owner split them into three categories:

Owner. These were uses of their toy that they wanted to keep exclusive to them. No-one else is allowed to use me in these ways.

VIPs. These are ways only VIPs can use me. Which is to say, a short list of people they have decided to share their toy with. These are basically @musingsformyowner and @snuffxunt. So. Yeah. Evil mfs.

Everyone. These were things everyone was allowed to do to me.

At the top of the page we put some big blocks about my limits, relevant rules I had which must not be broken, and my safewords. After that, we just sent it to the BDSM event group and some other relevant friends, and that was it.

The Event

Once everyone had arrived (it was kind of overwhelmingly crowded and loud but I was alright, I was with my Owner), we started a round of presentations as usual. Each of them said their names, pronouns, any desires they had for the night, any limits on what they didn't want to see so that we compartmentalized the space and organized ourselves accordingly, and then continued on to the next person. They got to my Owner and they presented themselves, reminded people of the list, and said:

"I'll have my toy here chained at my feet or standing next to me all night, and you're all invited to use it in accordance with the list. To do so, just come over and ask me. I want to see my toy being used tonight so I'll stay close, and when you're done you just hand it back to me and I'll take care of it."

Didn't really have much else to say when it was my turn, which felt really nice. Just a toy, don't even get to present myself. After group agreements were settled on and everyone had had their say, the night began ✨

Which...is kind of awkward, there's always the risk of everyone's just sort of standing around not really knowing what to do, and it slowly building up as the mood changes each time someones initiates some play.

That's why some people (like my Owner) usually have something prepared to do as soon as the event begins. In our case, it was putting on my toy uniform.

They locked my mittens around my hands, and then locked a chain looped between both ankles and wrists. They also placed my collar around my neck and tightened it until it choked me, just a little bit, just enough to be a tiny bit annoying but to make it so that speech came out a little...choke-ey?

Scenes from a Hat

We went back to the group and found that those who hadn't gone to the shibari-themed section were forming a circle around a hat.

The game was: each person stepped up to The Hat™ and randomly picked out from it a paper with a kinky practice to engage in, then they spun a glittery bottle (courtesy of one of the littles in the group) that would pick out who would be at the recieving end of that practice.

Of course, this being a BDSM event, there was great emphasis on consent and consensus, so anyone could refuse without any offense.

My Owner placed me in the circle, excited to watch people using me, and then it began. Throughout the game, people kissed (quite a lot, seems like there were more papers for kissing than for the other practices ahsah), they tied each other up, spanked each other, kissed each other's feet, walked each other on a leash on all fours and instructed the other like a pet, and at one point, near the beginning of the game, the bottle spun towards me.

"Spanking"

Everyone asked my Owner if it was ok, because they held my consent as established, and then the person who'd picked out the paper approached us and we departed from the circle a bit.

They seemed really excited. Honestly, it was also a relief to me since I'd played with them a couple times before, so we had already established some form of physical trust, which couldn't be said for everyone there.

After making sure everything was alright and consulting on intensity and such, they ordered me to put my hands on a coffee table and started spanking me. They made me count outloud, increased the intensity, and asked my Owner to pick a number for how many I had left.

It was a great way to start the night. We were both feeling a bit nervous about presenting this dynamic to the group, but having the first person who used me understand perfectly how it worked eased a lot of anxiety, since they were constantly consulting my Owner and disregarding me a bit, which is what we wanted.

Curiosity

It was fun, walking around the place, barely able to stand straight, my mittened up hands being pulled down by the chain attached to my ankles. People looked at us, specially those who had never played with me before.

Some people asked to see the mittens, and were of course allowed. They grabbed them and found them quite amazing, which was nice. Some people approached to ask for the list, and spent some time reading through it.

Ragdoll toy

At one point, one very excited friend approached my Owner. Ah. Fuck. Back when I had sent the list to the group chat, I remember them saying it awoke evil in them. Great.

I was sitting on the floor at the feet of my Owner, as I spent most of the night.

After being granted permission by my Owner, they started grabbing me and thrashing me around the floor, always staying in sight, as agreed. They pulled my hair and moved my head around, they grabbed a long dark wooden paddle and started proding my body with it, until they pulled and pushed me into being on all fours, holding me there by the hair, or by pushing with their feet on my back, they paddled me harder and hareder until I tapped out.

They had some more fun moving me around like a ragdoll before returning me to my Owner, who then pampered and patted me on the head.

"Good toy."

UwU

"Stand up, I'm going for a smoke."

I complied and we headed out. I was used to hold the lighter and whichever implements they needed while we rested from the noise and chatted with a couple friends.

From the door to the shibari area we heard loud, loud aggresive laughing and cursing as from tickling.

Amazing.

Meanwhile

Other things we watched happen, most of them while I was chained by my Owner's feet.

A sadistic cat tie up, suspend, and torture @musingsformyowner with their claws, ending the session by making them orgasm by suddenly slapping their genitals for just 10 seconds.

Everyone gathering around to watch someone being asphyxiated with a plastic bag by @musingsformyowner while getting their chest tortured twisted and slapped. On their face, eyes closed and a big peaceful genuine smile, visible through the rythmically inflating and deflating transparent plastic bag. Everyone clapping in the end.

The person who was torturing twisting and slapping said chest also getting happily asphyxiated with The Plastic Bag™. Everyone clapping again.

Someone being spanked over a spanking bench.

Someone having a non-asphyxiating sort of kidnapping-looking bag over their head, and clothespins on their chest, being congratulated by a person outside the scene on the pretty-looking bag. "Thanks!"

Someone getting their hands tied to their chest, the rope wrapping their torso, and legs also tied together at various points. Then being lifted off the ground gracefully by someone shorter than them, and being walked over to a sofa where they were placed and held while struggling fiercefully against their captors and laughing.

Two people roleplaying as students, with another one playing their civics teacher grabbing one of them (@musingsformyowner) by the hip from behind and asking in their ear: "What are human rights?".

@musingsformyowner as the student, being groped and handled answering without taking a beat, moaning out something like: "Human rights are a fantasy supported by capitalism to control the wellbeing of the population by fragmenting our desires and experiences and putting them in a hierarchy that excludes and denies the reality of marginalized populations while making us celebrate some people being respected as people." I love nerds.

At some point, while at my Owner's feet, they detached the chain looping around my wrist and leg cuffs and reattached it, making my collar join the loop. They then tightened it until I was just a curled up little ball toy and they walked over to sit somewhere else across the room.

It was just a few meters, but I had to crawl and drag myself over there with great effort, while people started watching and laughing.

I loved it so much, the less I can move the better, specially if it’s because of my Owner, and specially if I can’t get out on my own..

The Auction

Preparations

Finally, when everyone seemed tired and happy, when the night usually comes to a close, the auction began. One of the organizers had brought bags full of candy we would use as currency, and people were starting to write numbers on pieces of papers and putting them in The Hat™.

Someone went around and had everyone who wanted to participate as a buyer pull out a piece of paper, and get that many pieces of candy. Each person got to pull papers 3 times until the candy was out.

In the meantime, 6 people were going up and presenting themselves to be auctioned off later. There was a sadist degrader top, a sadomasochist switch, and someone I didn't quite get to hear present themselves.

They asked if anyone else wanted to be auctioned off, and my Owner stood up.

"I'll be auctioning off my toy here, we have an extensive list of 79 ways you can use it freely, it has wonderful hair for grabbing and pulling, and it can sing and maybe even dance for you! Thank you."

The auction itself

The first auctionee went up, presented by the wonderful @musingsformyowner, and was bought by a single piece of candy after a small silence by a person sitting in the back on a couch.

The second one had some more fight, with the couch person getting now two of the five auctioned items.

The third one, the sadist top, was bought by friend of mine, and so was the forth one, the masochist bottom.

The fifth one was a human piece of furniture and bondage, who was bought and promptly instructed to become a footstool.

And then it was my Owner's turn, I was brought to the center of the room and presented by @musingsformyowner:

"And now, presenting [Owner]'s toy! Which is being kindly lent to us for tonight, and comes with a list of 79 things you can do to it! You don't even have to think about what to do you can just look at the list and choose one, and it also includes the toy's Owner's supervision so you don't have to worry about anything! No worries, only pleasure! Do I hear one piece of candy?"

It worked amazingly and quickly there was a flattering battle between my friend who bought #3 and #4, the person who bought #1 and #2 (and had been kept betting for everyone since), and the one who was using #5 as a footstool. It went around until finally, the footstooler bought me, and I was greeted by the cheer of the small group of people who had saved up the pieces of candy for them.

Then, @musingsformyowner were actioned themselves, and after an intense battle between the buyer of #1 and #2, the buyer of #3 and #4, my Owner, and my buyer, and was eventually sold to my buyer for about double the maximum that we'd gotten to before.

Rented toy

Once it was over, everyone started the following scenes at the same time.

The buyer of the sadist (#3) and the masochist (#4) got #3 to instruct them in how to punch #4, using them as a punching bag while wearing boxing gloves. Afterwards some other things happen I didn't get to see, but in the end, they were making the sadist spank the masochist over and over, but...the paddle broke. The sadist literally hit the masochist until the thick wooden paddle split in half. And...it was the masochist who had built it. Quality testing!

The buyer of #1 and #2 tied the auctioned's hands behind their backs such that they were sort of stuck to each other. Attached to #2's thigh, there was a strap holding a large tentacle dildo, which @musingsformyowner was happily and skillfully putting down their throat.

The buyer of the footstool #5, @musingsformyowner and myself, had very clear ideas in mind. They had decided that they would make me sing. So they asked for permission from my Owner, and then they did. Of course, as soon as I was ordered to sing, any and all songs I've ever sung just vanished from my memory, so it took some insisting and googling for lyrics (the hardest thing for me when singing) to start singing an a capella version of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat's "Close Every Door", and then was told to sing The Lion King's "I Just Can't Wait To Be King" which I kiiind of did. Both of them were particularly difficult because any singing is hard when your throat is being constantly slightly choked by your collar. They then were instructed by someone else to sing, so they sang Les Miserable's "On My Own" beautifully. After which, they headed towards me and asked my Owner to see the list. They spent some time reading through it, time in which I enjoyed the image of me singing about being held captive because I'm not even a person while @musingsformyowner sucks a tentacle dildo that's strapped to a person's thigh. When they were done, they grabbed my face and spent some time pulling my hair, moving me about and slapping my face over and over again. They then made me kneel and poured some hot wax on my shoulders and arms while making me hold something on top of me. At one point, @musingsformyowner approached us just to place a tight latex hood on my head that had only a hole for the mouth, which made everything else much more intense. Amazing hood. Then, now joined by a person who helped pay for me, they kept doing sensation play, adding some ice cubes and a large heavy metal chain that had been kept in the freezer the last few hours. In the meantime, the my little friend (as in, friend who is a little), who's bottle we'd use before for The Hat Game, stood behind me and started braiding my hair. Just a toy for literally everyone to use. At all times, I felt my Owner close, sometimes even holding my hand, taking care that the flame wouldn't get to close to my hair, and reminding them if they approached some limit. Everyone understood the dynamic perfectly.

At one point, my buyer's footstool, who was left there the rest of the night, had a sub layed on top of them by their Dom, and they both did a full waxplay(i think?) session right on top of the footstool, which we could now rebaptize as a bed.

Wrapping up

We were. All. Exhausted.

Some of us had done other intense things during the day, but even for the ones who hadn't it was about 5:30 in the morning already, so we started gathering around for an after talk.

We all got some moment to say how we felt, if anything had bothered us. Everyone was mostly the same, had had an amazing time and was now very very tired. The little was taking a nap in the middle of the room, as they had some hours before, while people were spanking each other around them.

We got home, and then-

Sunday

we slept most of the day, my Owner took great care of me through cuddles, pampers and amazing food. Sunday pretty much dissapeared, we had a nice rest day and watched some shows.

All in all, an amazing night for both of us. I later got messages from some of the people who'd use me checking that everything was alright.

It was, everything was amazing, and I'm so glad I could be there with my Owner, who kept me at their feet, controlled and taken care of. Just their small little captive lion toy.

[bobateaboo]

eyoo, guess who wrote a creepypasta, I dunno if it's good in any sort of sense because I love writing horror but cannot read it

I don’t know when I first noticed it, but I remember not being afraid at first. When I was little, I mean. I remember sitting in the corner, back to the wall, and talking. It wasn’t the same voice every time, but someone would talk back.

I called them the “corner friends”, uncreative as that is. They’d ask me for things sometimes, snacks mostly. I’d leave a plate of milk and cookies there before bed every night, and in the morning they’d be gone. My sister always said it was dad tricking me, playing games and eating the cookies when I went to sleep.

Wherever she is, I don’t think she’d say that now.

It was when I was 8, I think, when I first started to realize that no one else talked to them. I’d bring friends over, have them sit with me in that corner, and talk, trying to get their attention. They’d never talk back while someone else was there. Eventually, other kids stopped coming over entirely.

I was frustrated, at first. I even yelled at them, just the once. I told them they were making me look like a liar. They were quick to calm me, though. They told me I was special, that they couldn’t tell me why yet, but that I was the only one they could talk to.

That was enough, really, for a long while after that. They had given me that idea, that I was “special”. I guess I just kind of rolled with it.

I used to talk to them about everything. The kids at school, my homework, my teachers, any new games I got. I had a few other friends, here and there, few and far between, and I talked to the corner friends about them, too. They always got quieter when I did, more bitter.

It was a long long time, though, before they ever saw me really upset. I had come to them, crying about how a teacher had yelled at me. Mr. S, I think his name was. I was 12 or 13 then, too old to be crying according to my sister, but the corner friends shooshed and cooed and listened more than they ever had before.

I don’t remember what happened, all the way, for all I know I might’ve deserved it. I pulled some pretty dumb stunts as a kid. They helped a lot though. They had me tell them every part of what happened, down to the last detail. It helped, somehow, to tell them. It was more of a story then, less of something that hurt, I guess.

Mr. S wasn’t there the next day. Or the day after that. There were rumours that he got fired, and even more that he just went missing. One kid in my math class even said she bet he got murdered.

I told the corner friends a bit less after that.

When I was 15, I got really mad at my sister's refusal to believe me.

She teased me for believing the joke for so long, keeping “dad’s cookie supply chain” up and running for all that time. I told her she was wrong, and that I’d prove it. We even set up a bet, saying that whoever was wrong owed the other a formal apology, and a whole bag of candy.

That night, we had a sleepover. We set up sleeping bags by the corner, with a flashlight and a plate of cookies inbetween the two of us, and a tripwire with a bell at the doorway so we’d know if dad came in. We mostly blew raspberries at each other and gloated about just how wrong the other was, but it was kinda nice, in a way. I tried to talk to the corner friends a few times, but I had about just as much luck as I did when I was eight.

Eventually, through all the insults and kicking each other through the sleeping bags, we both managed to drift off, way too tired to keep it up that far into the night.

When I woke up, my sister’s sleeping bag was empty and so was the plate.

By that night, there were search parties, police, flashlights, the whole thing. All trying to figure out where she was. But I knew.

That was when I stopped going to the corner. I stayed out of the whole damn room. It worked, for just a few days. And that was when I started hearing them in the rest of the walls, too.

“Can you bring us something to eat?”

“It’s because you’re special.”

“Why don’t you come to talk anymore?”

“Do you want to play something different?”

It happened every time I was alone, they wouldn’t stop. I started sleeping in my parents room, in the middle of it so I wasn’t near any walls, but after they were both sound asleep, the voices would come up from the floorboards, too.

On my 16th birthday, my parents bought me a car, and so I started sleeping there. I’d only come inside if I knew one of them was going to be with me and like hell was I going back to the room. I’m never, ever going back to that room.

I’m nearly 18 now, I still basically live in my car, but it’s been peaceful, in a way. I haven’t wanted to think about any of this, not for a long time, but I think it’s important now. I don’t want there to be no one who knows.

Because my parents woke up to a scream and a big hole in the wall, and I think my friends are coming to get me.