#its 11pm and it feels like 2am

[slavabogu]

our neighbors set up christmas lights on their balcony (which is half a meter away from our bedroom window) again. they do not turn them off at night. as a result, even with maximum blinds closed the lights are making my bedroom a disco party.

my options are as follows...

[kurthorton-moving]

Im going 2 bed im so tired

[obeythebutler]

Hey, I'm glad to see you back!

I'd like to request "having a water balloon fight in their own backyard" with Leviathan, or "both waking up in the middle of the night and going on an adventure to find the perfect snack" with Belphegor please.

Whichever one you find the easiest to write. ^_^

Humans primarily sleep at night.

To recharge for the day ahead, ensure that new memories are consolidated in the brain and to rest and repair cells.

Belphegor sleeps because his sin compels him to.

Effects of such an extended sleep schedule hasn't been studied yet in demons. You think. There are simply too many books in RAD's library for you to conduct a research project, and nor have you stumbled upon any such scientific papers yet. But it is evident that all those extra hours of slumber have had a positive effect on the demon's memory. You had watched him use the RAD-issued Devildom History Textbook, 671th revised edition as a pillow before his test during second period in class. Your own two eyes can testify that he had not studied; and yet he had scored full marks.

Osmosis; he had told you with a snarky grin.

You roll around in your bed, the movement effective in stirring the demon from his sleep. Belphegor pokes out from the mountain of blankets like a cranky cat being awoken: bedhead glory and all. Gapes at you for a moment or two and groans when you stare back.

"Stop staring at me like that. You're creeping me out."

"But I can't sleep," You counter, nudging yourself closer until your forehead touches his shoulder, and you burrow further into it. "And you always are awake at random hours in the night."

You hear him sigh. Once. Twice. Then a hand stretches out to reach for the D.D.D. on the table.

"You're right," He whispers, voice heavy with sleep. "And now we're both awake together."

“What to do then?”

“I don’t want to get up.”

"Me neither."

"Mhm."

It takes three minutes for you to blurt out the words: “I’m feeling hungry for a snack though.”

"Beel might already be in the kitchen," He states, resting his head under his arm. "And Lucifer is awake at this time."

"Blegh."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Uh-"

Fifteen minutes later, you and Belphie stand in front of the establishment.

"It's closed."

Belphegor mutters with dejection at the closed sign in front of him. The always open 6/13 is closed. Under repair, the notice glued on the door states.

All that walking for nothing.

You check your D.D.D. "Let's try Uncle Demon. You and Beel often frequent it for donoughts, right?"

"Yes, but I don't want something sweet right now."

"Savoury?"

"Yes."

Belphegor rubs his eyes. "Cafe Lament has revised its working hours from 10 to 11pm to being open till 2am in the night."

"How'd you know that?"

"Beel told me."

An Ignis Owl hoots in the distance, breaking the quiet. You are reminded to look at the time. "We have," You bend down to tie your shoelaces, "Exactly twenty-five minutes before it closes."

"Shit." He says. "Better hurry."'

Countless times Lucifer has had to drag his brother downstairs to the dining table. Innumerable instances have occurred where one of the brothers had to carry Belphegor to whatever destination they were after in that moment. Many a times he fell asleep in your lap.

And now he's grabbing your hand and making a run for it.

The wind roars in your ears as you scuttle along with him. His face is determined, hair tousled by the wind, breath coming out in huffs.

You know he'll be exhausted by the end of it all, eyes droopy and breath slowed. He's so much like a cat sometimes, getting brief bursts of hyperactivity in the night, then settling down near you for a nap.

Lucifer hasn't started blowing up your D.D.D., which means the ruse of pillows arranged like two bodies sleeping has worked. Or that the demon has decided to plop down on his pile of paperwork face-first in exhaustion. Beelzebub has gone back to sleep. You'll get a snack packed for him too, hand it over in the morning.

Later, when both of your cravings have been satiated, and the clock will strike three, you and Belphegor will make it back to the house, the gates opening quietly. They're old iron gates, and usually they would screech, but the House knows the mannerisms of its inhabitants: when to be loud and when to be silent.

You know you're going to wake up late, but midnight adventures like these don't come often.

For now, you're content sleeping with your demon in the attic.

[sturnihoelo]

Passenger Princess/M.S

summary: you and matt are on a late night drive and things escalate quickly from the sexual tension of the both of you finally alone.

‼️: smut, fingering, dom!matt, degrading, dirty talk, fem!receiving/giving, masc!receiving/giving

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

it was about 11pm when we left the house. nick and chris were planning video ideas when matt had the idea to go on a late night drive with me alone. we were driving around aimlessly for about 20 minutes when matt puts his hand on my left thigh, starting in the middle and slowly making his way up to what is now my growing heat.

at this point, matt’s hand is teasing and tugging at the fabric of my waistband. i can already feel myself getting wetter by the minute. moments later, matt’s hand is down my shorts, rubbing slow circles on my clit. soft moans exit my mouth as he picks up his speed. “take off your seatbelt.” he demands. i do as he says without hesitation as i am craving his touch.

i position myself so that im hovering over his crotch. i start to play with and palm his bulge before undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, exposing his throbbing cock. spit uncontrollably dripping out of my mouth saturates his tip that oozes with precum. without hesitation, he pushes my head down into his cock and i wrap my dry lips around it.

he pushes on my head, bobbing it up and down while pulling on my hair. “you like gagging on my cock huh?” “you suck that cock so good you little fucking slut.” i respond by separated moans escaping and sucking even harder and faster. “ffuuucckkk” he groans followed by sucking in air through his teeth.

he pulls over to a dim lit parking lot. “take your shorts off.” he demands me while tears run down my face from the constant abuse on my throat and tongue. “yes daddy” i say in a low voice. “im sorry what did you say princess? i couldnt hear you.” he says in a taunting tone with a strong grip on my throat. “yes daddy” i say while moaning and loosening my shorts. “thats a good girl” “already so fucking wet for me” he smacks my ass so hard it leaves a handprint. he forces me onto my back and spreads open my legs. he takes off his seatbelt to get closer to my heat.

he licks my pussy so gently. treating me kindly before torturing my clit with his tongue. it didnt last long before his face is fully submerged into my cunt, tongue-fucking so hard my moans are uncontrollable. i was so horny i was about to explode and release everywhere. i could feel my orgasm creeping up on me, inching closer by the second. “fuck matt dont stop ur gonna make me cum!” his tongue somehow goes further into me and his nose is rubbing against my clit.

*BZZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZZ*

*incoming call from nick*

“FUCK!” we both say while moaning. “dont make a fucking sound got it?” i nod innocently while trying not to moan. “what do you want?” matt answers in an annoyed tone. “where the fuck are you its almost 2am?!” nick says concerned. matt plunging his fingers deep inside of me while on the phone. “i know we’re on our way back right now chill out”. “what the fuck is up with you? whatever, me and chris want to show you something”. matts fingers increase speed driving me absolutely crazy while his cold rings hit against my skin. i break a little and a few quiet moans manage to escape my desperate mouth. “we’ll be home in like 10 minutes” “okay hurry” *matt hangs up*

matt now pushing full force into my pussy with his glistening fingers. “i tell you one thing and you cant even fucking obey” “do you want me to have to punish you when we get back to the house?” “im sorry i cant help it daddy! you make me feel so good” i said while moaning. matt steps on the gas and speeds the whole way home, still fingering you at full force. “FUCK MATT IM GONNA CUM!” he ignores me out of anger. “MAAATTTTTT” i said whining in a high pitch voice. he looks over at me and i release all over his fingers, earning loud groans from him as he sucks my juices off of his fingers.

🔗

HELP THIS WAS MY FIRST SMUT THAT IVE EVER WROTE💀IDEK WHAT POINT OF VIEW ITS IN😭 anyways i hope someone sees this and enjoys it. lmk if u want more😖

[disabledprincesses]

I feel like I’m much more productive at night because there’s nothing pressuring me to do things a certain way in a short amount of time.

I have it in my head that mornings should look like this and by noon I should have done that and the. I gotta plan things to wrap up around 7pm so I can sleep at 9pm and all this stuff.

But theres nothing (except sleeping) that I’m supposed to do at 2am vs 4am vs 11pm. Its just a free for all and I can be productive or lazy, I can wash dishes or take an edible and there’s nothing stopping me or shaming me because not only so there nothing planned at night, there’s no one awake enough to care.

I dont know, I just always felt like at night, there’s no pressure to do anything, so that’s the best time for me to do everything.

[unlikelykidheart]

~ Karasuno High Bedtime Headcanons.

° Sawamura Daichi - Its either 9pm or 3 am there's no in between.

° Sugawara Koushi - Everyday he sleeps at a reasonable time like 2am y'know.

° Azumane Asahi - He sleeps at somewhere around 10pm to 11 pm on school days and when it's a holiday he blacks out at 8pm.

° Shimizu Kiyoko - Her sleeping schedule consists of just one time and that's 12am.

° Ennoshita Chikara - Normally sleeps at 12am or something like that but if he has to study then there's no sleep on the board.

° Narita Kazuhito - He sleeps during somewhere between 9.30pm to 10.30pm and sometimes it goes to 11 but nothing more than that.

° Kinoshita Hisashi - Its either "Sleep is for the weak." (Bedtime-Never) or " Never wake me up" ( Bedtime-Forever)

° Tanaka Ryunosuke - He's usually in bed by 11pm and he's already asleep but 11.01pm.

° Nishinoya Yuu - He sleeps a lot since he needs to grow so goes to sleep by 10pm to get his 8hrs.

° Hinata Shoyo - Takes inspiration from his Nishinoya senpai and goes to bed just as early as him.

° Kageyama Tobio - Goes to bed at 10 and falls asleep at 11.

° Yamaguchi Tadashi - If he doesn't have anymore work to do then it's bedtime.

° Tsukishima Kei - He's yams' inspiration for not having a fixed bedtime and sleeps when ever he feels sleepy.

° Yachi Hitoka - She goes to bed at around 10.30 and counts atleast 200 sheep before she actually falls asleep.

[chihirolovebot]

being so normal and regular abt modern domestic physouma . he makes sure phys takes their antidepressants every single day. he knows when theyre having a bad day , when they curl up on the bed or sofa under the weight of a bunch of blankets, head turned against the sunlight , and he's just sort of there, hovering ,never leaving them alone. quietly opens up all the windows and brings them food under the guise of having leftovers . holds them a little tighter when they sleep. and you know he kicks up a fuss if phys doesnt want to share the bed ( or couch, or wherever because ouma can sleep anywhere ) .

like whatever . phys likes buying flowers and plants to look after because it gives them a routine and something to get out of bed for even on days when they dont feel like it. they make ouma sneeze but he'd die before he says anything about it.

theyre both bad at cooking but ouma can make a couple of basic meals and phys likes experimenting . i think phys makes breakfast and ouma makes tea/dinner and beyond that they Scavenge . phys drinks a relentless amount of tea and hot chocolate but ouma isnt allowed caffeine . neither of them like spicy food . phys likes making eggs in the morning but is finicky about texture and finds that the safest way for them to eat them is either as an omelette or hidden in something else ( ouma encourages them to keep making eggs because theyre good for you ) .

they have a strict laundry day because they both know they'd let it slip otherwise , ouma because he hates doing it and phys because they'd get distracted and forget.

phys starts working a salaried job with the professor as soon as they graduate university ( which they do at seventeen or eighteen ) and he buys them a cute little apartment in the city. ouma moves in not long after they get together ( maybe they met at hopes peak .. ? ) and they share the space . and phys watches this apartment with a nice view of osaka turns into Their Home. every time they come home from work exhausted , sensory overload with stuff sticking to their neck and shoes too tight and hair in their face , ready to throw their bag down and scream—they see him . curled up like a cat on the couch or experimenting (to detrimental effects) in the kitchenette or sometimes just waiting for them to come up and they just feel themself light up .

incompatible sleep schedules but once phys is asleep Theyre Asleep so its okay . they go to bed anywhere from 11pm-2am and ouma will go with them but not sleep for ages . combo of fucked up sleep schedule , undiagnosed insomnia and trust issues abt falling asleep in front of someone first . hes a creep and stares at them whilst they sleep bc he finds it kind of adorable and also , like , theres a person so close to him in a way that he never thought there would be , like theyre here and theyre asleep and vulnerable and they trust him and its so surreal he has to jam his fist in his mouth before he screams sometimes . hes a stick insect once hes asleep btw . phys wakes up at 7am and hes clinging to them like a koala bear.

the Big Light never get used . they have so many lamps and phys loves stringlights so much . ouma find fun and cute and creative ones with coloured lights and cute shapes and they hang them up everywhere , all over the doorways and walls, and instead of doors they have those beaded curtains that hang down because they both like how they swish and ouma loves using them to make dramatic entrances and exits .

casual touch . sleepy nights curled up on the couch watching shitty 70s spy flicks , ouma with his back to phys' chest with his head lolling on their shoulder whilst they fiddle with his hair to keep their hands occupied .

[nhasablogg]

Did it all to make you feel admired

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Morgan/Reid

Summary: While apart during a case Morgan tells Reid over the phone exactly how he’d tickle him if he was there.

A/N: Loosely part of the universe that this fic takes place in, but can be read independently. Thanks so much for the love on that fic btw! I might be adding more parts to this ‘verse as time goes on, so feel free to request anything you want to see! I already have some ideas of my own.

Warnings: Not really anything graphic, but kind of sexual undertones if you squint. Also tickle kinks, but it's pretty tame and not really discussed in this one.

Words: 1.5k

(Read on ao3)

“Pretty boy.”

Spencer breathed out a sigh of relief and gripped the phone tighter. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He could hear the smile in Derek’s voice. “How you holding up?”

“Well, I haven’t had a fever since yesterday morning.”

“Why do you sound so grumpy about that?”

“It means I could’ve come with.”

“Spence.” He was rummaging through something, possibly his bag. The first time they’d been forced to share a room during a case Spencer had been surprised by how organized Derek was. Everything was exactly in its place. Well, until the things actually left the bag, that is. “We weren’t gonna bring you with us when you were sick.”

“But at that point I had already been sick for three days, and the likelihood of it continuing for longer than another couple of days was very low, which I told you about-”

“You’re probably better because you’ve been resting.”

“Hm.”

“Spencer.”

“Yes?”

“You have been resting, right?”

Spencer ran a hand through his hair, wincing at the ceiling. “Of course.”

“Baby.”

“Mm?”

“I know when you’re lying.”

Something about his tone of voice made Spencer flush. He could imagine him hovering above him, fingertips on his jawline, head tilted as he gently told Spencer exactly what he wanted him to do for him-

Well, his brain was just cruel. Derek was in fucking Seattle and he was left (alone, unattended, abandoned) in Virginia.

“I might have asked Garcia to send me some of the case materials,” he admitted, and he could hear Derek spluttering into the phone. “Hey, it’s actually really boring to just be lying here when you’re not dying.”

“I’m gonna kill her.”

“Please don’t.”

“Don’t think I won’t kill you too.”

“You’ll miss me too much.”

Derek didn’t reply. He must’ve found whatever he’d been looking for. Maybe he was getting ready for bed. It was nearly 11pm over there after all and he’d probably had a long day.

“I have some input if you guys want it,” he mumbled after a while and Derek huffed out a laugh.

“Of course you do.”

“She wouldn’t send me everything.”

“She shouldn’t have sent you anything.”

“Don’t blame her, I was pestering her for like two days.”

“Oh my god.” Derek laughed again. Spencer couldn’t help but smile. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

“You knew what you signed up for.”

“That I did.”

The sound of the faucet running. Spencer turned his head and looked at the semi-illuminated tree tops outside. Being sick during springtime was just unfair.

“Hey, Spence?”

“Yes?”

“Why are you still awake anyway? It’s like 2am there.”

Spencer shrugged even though he knew he couldn’t see it. “Wanted to talk to you.”

“We literally talked earlier because you wanted me to talk you to sleep.”

“Didn’t work.”

“Spencer, have you spent the last few hours working instead of sleeping?”

“No.”

“Doctor Reid.”

“Oh, stop. You can’t say it like that when you’re not here.”

Derek hummed. “I’m gonna tickle you to pieces once I get back. As punishment, of course.”

Spencer blushed to the roots of his hair. After all these months he was still unused to this. “Oh, no, whatever shall I do.”

“Okay, smartass. What if I do the opposite and withhold tickles until you learn to take better care of yourself?”

“Oh, now you’re being mean,” he pouted.

Derek laughed. He could hear him get into bed, probably shuffling under the covers and lying on his back with one arm behind his neck like he usually did.

Spencer ran a hand over his chest. “Speaking of that,” he started, suddenly feeling shy even though Derek couldn’t see him. “How- how exactly would you punish me?”

“You want to know how I would tickle you right now, pretty boy?” His tone was teasing, but his voice gentle. He wasn’t making fun. He never had.

“Maybe.”

“I need you to speak up, baby.” Spencer groaned, making Derek laugh again. “Or is that too much to ask for? Are you blushing?”

“Me? Never.”

“Hmm. I can imagine it so clearly though. Your eyes refusing to meet mine. Me forcing you to look up by gently holding your jaw. How deliciously pink you are right now. I can nearly feel the heat of your cheeks on my fingers.”

Spencer covered his face with both his hands, caught somewhere between an embarrassed laugh and an overwhelmed squeal which Derek could probably hear. “Stop.”

“Don’t you want me to tell you how I’d tickle you?” he purred on the other side. Spencer could imagine his grin and it made his heart skip a beat.

He said, quietly, “Yes.”

“That’s a good boy,” Derek said. “I’d ask you to tell me how you’d want me to tickle you, but I fear we’d be getting nowhere with how shy you’re being tonight.” Spencer whined and Derek laughed once again. “Don’t worry, it’s adorable. As for the tickling.” He sang the last word, dragging it out as if to make sure Spencer didn’t miss it. “Are you lying on your back?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’d probably not straddle you or anything, but start off lightly just to see you squirm and fight against your instinct to move away. I’d trail my fingertips over your ribs-” Spencer started stroking his own ribs, his skin warm to the touch. “Watch you tense up each time I get close to your sides. I’d probably be grinning at you and you would blush, kind of like you are right now.”

Spencer’s blush intensified. “Do you have cameras in here?”

“No. But that’d be kinda hot right now.”

Spencer laughed.

“There it is,” Derek said, audibly delighted. “The first laugh. I bet it’s because I’m slowly moving toward your belly and you’re nervous about it.”

Spencer moved his hand down, his abdomen jumping beneath his fingers.

“I bet your belly’s jumping right now. That’s so cute, by the way. You being so sensitive there that your body’s fighting to get away from the sensation.”

“Derek.”

“Yes?”

Spencer breathed out, unsure whether the teasing was too much or just enough. Maybe not having him physically there made it all the more intense, since Spencer couldn’t know what Derek looked like. If he was smiling or undressing him with his eyes, or both at the same time. He could hear Derek shuffling when he didn’t reply.

“You okay?” he asked, dropping any playfulness from his voice. Spencer could picture him frowning.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, sorry-”

“There’s no need to apologize, angel.”

Angel. Derek had never called him angel before.

“Did you start overthinking?” he continued.

“Not really, I just- I didn’t know how to respond to your- teasing. It’s different when you can’t physically see my reactions.”

“You don’t have to respond, you know. I trust you’ll tell me if you think I’m overstepping or that it gets too much. You can just lie there in silence and imagine my hands on you, okay?”

Spencer nodded even though he couldn’t see. “Yeah, okay.”

“Good because I was just about to reach your lower belly and you know how much I enjoy the sounds you make when I kiss and tickle you there.”

Spencer’s breath hitched. He could practically feel Derek there, being so very gentle every single time.

“I will trace your skin for a bit, getting you all squirmy and flustered.” Spencer traced the skin of his lower belly. “And then, just as you’re starting to giggle and fight back I will pin you. Do you feel my body on yours?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good. I’m straddling your hips, because while you flail a lot it’s your bucking that always throws me off. Literally.”

Spencer let out a laugh. “Sorry.”

“I forgive you only because you’re so pretty.”

“Mm, that’s shallow of you.”

Derek laughed in surprise. “I thought you were gonna be quiet? Don’t get all sassy on me now. I might pin your hands above your head and tickle your armpits and not stop, pretty boy. Actually,” he added when Spencer spluttered. “I think I’ll be doing just that. Raise your arms for me, baby.” Spencer did, even though Derek had no way of seeing if he obeyed or not. “Just like that. Can you feel my hand approaching?”

Spencer, somehow, could, and it made him throw his head back in anticipation.

“My hands are big, you know. I can cover so much ground.”

“I kn-know.”

“Oh, you’re talking again, huh?”

“Sh-shut up.”

“Not when you stutter like that.”

Spencer gripped the headboard of his bed, his phone on speaker next to his head, as if Derek was speaking right into his ear. He could almost feel his breath tickling his cheek, making his hair flutter a bit. Derek would be perched on his side with his head resting in one hand, his other hand free to roam. Maybe he wouldn’t even be tickling him. Spencer would be blushing no matter what.

“Do me a favor, pretty boy,” he was saying now. “Laugh for me.”

And Spencer, even though he wasn’t actually being tickled and it was technically impossible that mere words could tickle, did.

[mfmmflashchallenge]

The Flashfic Challenge is back!

Poor Phryne has had a bit of a shock, she just received word that the MFMM Flashfic Challenge is back!

That’s right, people of the internet, please make a note in your diaries because on 25 February 2023 we will be doing another Flashfic Challenge and we really want you all to join in.

It’s been so long since we did this, and we know that this absolutely amazing fandom has grown since the last time so let’s explain really quickly (Well, actually this does go on a bit and we’re very sorry.):

The flashfic challenge is a writing prompt challenge where members of the fandom provide prompts and then fics are written based on those prompts. Which seems simple enough, but that’s not really how we roll, so there’s more:

Fic writers only have 2 hours from when they receive their prompts until they must have posted their fics on AO3. (Which explains why Phryne looks so worried.)

Because the fandom is spread all over the globe, we run 4 heats so we hopefully have one at a time of day that works for most people:

Time slot 1: 10am GMT / 2am PST / 5am EST / 11am CET / 9pm AEDT Time slot 2: 4pm GMT / 8am PST / 11am EST / 5pm CET / 3am AEDT (Sunday) Time slot 3: 10pm GMT / 2pm PST / 5pm EST / 11pm CET / 9am AEDT (Sunday) Time slot 4: 4am GMT (Sunday) / 8pm PST / 11pm EST / 5am CET (Sunday) / 3am AEDT (Sunday)

Prompts are submitted by members of the fandom - you don’t need to submit prompts in order to write, and you aren’t excluded from writing if you do submit some. You can do one or the other or both. (Yes, it is also okay to just submit prompts.) We then divvy up the prompts so we have a reasonable amount for each heat and then prompt lists are published when each heat begins.

There are 2 ways to receive the prompts: You can follow this blog, where they’ll be posted when the heat begins, or you can sign up to receive the prompts for whatever heats you want by email. Signing up for prompt emails does NOT mean you’re obligated to write anything, it just means you’ll receive the prompts and what happens next is 100% your business. If you want the prompts by email, just send a message to mfmmflashchallenge@gmail.com no later than February 22nd and let us know which heat(s) you’d like us to email you and that’s it.

Each heat has its own collection on AO3 where writers can publish their fics, and those collections all close when their respective heats end, so after the two hours are over. Because writing can be stressful and sometimes it takes longer or life gets in the way mid-heat, we also have a flash free collection where any fics that are completed later can be published. That collection will not close at any point and can be added to whenever you want.

Each flashfic challenge has a theme for the prompts and this time the theme is AO3 tags. That means anything you could imagine being a tag on AO3, so either a warning label, a descriptive tag, or a more random freeform tag. Anything goes and feel free to get creative! We’re asking for these tags in sets of three, so for example: “Why Is This Happening?? // Domesticity // Also Cats Can Talk Now” Writers can of course add as many of their own tags to their fics as they want, all we ask is that you use all three tags in the set you choose, and that they apply to your fic in some way.

We’d love it if you send us your prompts no later than February 20th by emailing mfmmflashchallenge@gmail.com. (And you can send as many sets as you’d like!)

Hopefully that’s it - the only rule that’s left is: Have fun! It’s fine if your version of fun is the traditional writer’s agony, obviously! (And we’re not thinking of anyone in particular as we type that. At all.)

Oh, yes, and the most important rule of all: It doesn’t matter if you’re new to the fandom or new to ficcing, or if you just arrived here and you don’t know anyone yet, or you used to hang out here but haven’t been back for ages. Everyone is welcome and we’d LOVE for you to join us in this madness! Submit prompts, write fic, and (hopefully) READ fic.

Come play with us! ❤︎ 

@whopooh​ & @olderbynow​

The TL;DR for the experienced Flashers:

We’re back(!) and we’re ficcing on February 25th

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Sign up to receive prompts by email by February 22nd by sending a message to mfmmflashchallenge@gmail.com

[commedesgarconsliketheboys]

list of how arctic monkeys albums make me feel in a very hyperspecific way

whatever people say i am: a hug with an old childhood friend. like omg i know you but idk what youve been up to. whats up! getting back into old hijinks and whatnot. feeling weird in the way that it was justified when you were younger

favourite worst nightmare: screaming at the top of your lungs and jumping around. getting the rage out. knocking your glasses over in a mosh pit and then it sobers you up so you sit outside and catch your breath

humbug: snapping your fingers in my bedroom on a cloudy day and pondering over some thoughts. it’s probably gonna rain later so taking it easy today. Feeling profound

suck it and see: driving on a hot day in the afternoon. probably down pch or through the desert. its summer! my friends and i are singing along to the radio. we look like a california commercial

AM: bopping your head and doing a little hand wave. like im going with the flow. does that make sense. grooving i guess. something’s shifting but you don’t know what it is yet but enjoying yourself in this moment

tbhc: walking around downtown at 11pm and you think “its late but not as late as you were expecting” and then the next time you check your phone it’s like 2am and you just go “oh shit” lol

the car: early morning watching the sunrise and then your day just kinda folds out from there. like the way the rest of the day feels different than it did when it was waking up. and then you take a nap at noon

[ridleyytheriddler]

like we all know its seconds between 11pm and 1am, but anyone else feel like 1am to 2am is the longest?? doesn't help that i feel like someone is watching me 👀 i don't like being in the dark

[beingbigbrother]

Everything you need to know before BBUK returns tomorrow night

There are just over 24 hours left until Big Brother UK returns to our screens - after a nearly five-year absence.

The eye (and the ads)

Despite the show's ad campaign starting off strong with an eye reveal teaser that broadcast simultaneously across the ITV network, the promo campaign has felt decidedly "ehh" ever since.

The new eye logo is... a lot? And probably just about what you'd expect an "ITV2 Big Brother eye" to look like, in that it contains hashtags, faux YouTube play buttons/Instagram icons, and pouty lips. 🤷

Mind you:

BBUK eyes never quite look "right" until you see them in the opening titles, SO THERE'S STILL HOPE

It's definitely, definitely not the worst eye ever, so there's that

The theme tune

While we're talking branding, the iconique Big Brother UK theme tune has received its first remix in... well, in a long time. "Nineteen years" is the obvious answer, since that's when the show's opening theme last got tweaked - but we don't actually know how, or where, or if this new remix will be used in the show.

We're amazed by how it sounds "stripped back" and somehow also "overly busy" at the same time???

The House

Remember how they used to do those cool "House glimpse" ads in the Channel 4 era? They were THE BEST because we used to be able to pore over every detail and do a nice write-up and post loads of pictures, but this year we've just had to put up with a handful of drone shots of the new Big Brother garden.

Until yesterday, that is, when we got our first proper press photos! But they were still of the garden. 🤔

Picture credits: ITV/Initial, via bbspy

It looks very nice! Arguably... suspiciously nice? Like, too nice for a fucking six-week run? Weird.

Picture credit: ITV/Initial, via BIGBROTHER+

The new Diary Room chair also got a look-in, and it is looking -- as BIGBROTHER+ rightly points out -- very Big Brother Australia.

What's fascinating about BBAU "fans" is that they all, without exception, hate everything about BBAU with a burning passion. But as outsiders, we feel confident saying BBAU comparisons can only be a good thing.

So there.

And literally as we were putting this post together, we got a glimpse at the (unfinished) main living area of the House:

Picture credit: ITV/Initial

It looks very large, and quite BBUSA-y! Again: this is supposedly a SIX-WEEK RUN OF BIG BROTHER, what right does it have looking anywhere near this good?

The Housemates

Obviously we don't have any details to share, yet, but we think there will be 16 of them, judging by ITV's recent Tweetstorm. Xtorm? Whatever.

Picture credit: ITV/Initial, via BIGBROTHER+

Including one Housemate (above, top-left corner) whomst wears coloured contact lenses, which is surely a WORLD EXCLUSIVE.

I'm wary of sounding like a broken record, but: SIXTEEN HOUSEMATES FOR A SIX-WEEK RUN???

There are probably going to be new Housemates in the middle. Let's say, two double-evictions, tops? Are there going to be thirteen Housemates in the final? ???WHAT IS HAPPENING???

When and how to watch it

BBUK kicks off tomorrow, Sunday, 8th October at 9pm on ITV1, ITV2, and ITVX. The launch show is followed at 10:30pm by new sister show Big Brother: Late & Live.

Subsequent BB episodes will air on ITV2 and ITVX, Sunday-Friday at 9pm, followed by Late & Live at 10pm.

And there's live streaming from the House every night from 11pm to 2am on ITVX - on Saturdays it's 9pm to 2am, so we get two bonus hours! Whee! 🥳

[i-thrive-off-of-my-kind]

Rants, like a nothing rant, i just want to write

So anyway, the other day at school we had a sub, and she was like cursing, and saying crude things like “im going to beat your asses” or something like that, I behaved well, I’m a bit of a teachers pet, my average was pretty high compared to the rest of my class, a 90% like overall average, anyway the sub was also sooooo annoying cause we had a project to due in like two days, it was a short project so don’t worry or something like that, but she was assigning us work to do toooo???? Like tf thats soo annoying like if a kid isn’t going to do work don’t make them. Anywho, that was weird

Another story, I had a trip this Monday(Dec.11) if the date matters> But this Thursday, turned to Friday I was supposed to go out with friends, but they weren’t able to so you know thats sad.

Ive been listening to mitski more cause my most listened to song in my Spotify wrapped way vending machine of love??? I did listen to it often, but I didn’t;t think that often. So im trying to get mitski, cause 1) she’s a good singer, 2) she’s nice to her fans and I want her video message or whatever. 3) I love the song my love mine all mine, and the song I don’t smoke, and an older song that, if you like mitski and haven’t listen to is real men its like sooooo good you have to understand I love it sooooo much, and another song that I absolutely love from the same album is brand new city oh and liquid smooth, so if you like both of thoughs songs id listen to real men, its so gooood.

What else is going on in my life? I’ve been real tired, but also my sleep schedule is finally changing, like im starting to go to sleep at 10pm-ish/11pm-ish instead of like 12am-2am and then wake up at 6am-ish. But it’s all fun and games. Oh I’ve been reading this fic, 28 chapters incomplete and 123 almost 124 thousand words and im up to chapter 17 yayyyy.

Well it was fun typing out my feelings, bye, ily *kissing face emoji*(seriously, how do you add emojis?)

[piamond10]

Entry number 12 - 5/8/23 8:28AM

I think I have anxiety.

Slept 11pm last night, woke up at 2am and haven't slept again since. I'm tired, hopeless and I just feel like I'm always drowning. Been feeling this for years. When will it ever improve?

Fan girling on SB19 was a positive distraction for sometime but its no longer working that much these days. I fucking just feel sad all the damn time.

I feel so drained yet still have to work in a few hours.

[kanside]

life update (3/31/2023)

(holy shit i put 2022 i forgot it was 2023?? whats next? 2024?? so weird)

my physical health is taking a severe plummet (i joke that its in reaction to my mental health doing better).

my sleep schedule has flipped completely from 11pm-9am to 2am-12pm. this is a severely unhealthy shift. doctors say my epilepsy took sleep into factor the most and although i doubt this (my belief is that it was psychosomatic / in response to traumatic situations) i am aware that my sleep plays a HEAVY factor in my physical and mental health as a whole. i am still getting the same amount of hours but i am emotionally imbalanced as well as physically drained because the fucked up sleep schedule is affecting my eating habits. i have been very sick, weak, and generally feeling shitty. on top of that my appetite is affected by how many medications i take during the day. note on the sleep schedule. the reason i want to sleep at 11 pm exactly instead of earlier or later [ex. 9, 10, or 12] is because good sleep is based off of the cycle in which you wake, not the amount of hours slept. my sleep/dream cycle seems to last around 10 hours. this makes me think 11 pm is the best time to sleep, and 9 am is the earliest i must wake up. these times can be adjusted based off of new observations and schedules.

in retaliation to these (imo) severe health issues i have set some general goals and are listing them here to 1. remind myself of them and 2. let everyone know that i am still on the path to recovery and regularly working to improve myself above all else. the goals and ideas are as follows:

- unfortunately gained a dependency on my mom to wake me up in the morning again. frustratingly no matter how many alarms are set, no matter how loud, or even no matter how my mom comes in to gently wake me up, i will not get out of bed. i feel guilty for being dependent on her but have asked her to, when available, wake me up at 9 am by disrupting my sleep state with tasks that piss me off or jolt me suddenly: shaking me by the shoulders, turning my light on (it attracts bugs, i dont like it), leaving my door wide open (i have conditioned myself to think that door closed = sleep time, door open = wake time), etc. this will hopefully keep me from sleeping until noon and exhaust me enough to sleep by 11.

- on top of that ive tried adapting to pain and discomfort associated with eating food at abnormal times. instead of eating breakfast when ive woken up, ive been trying to force myself to eat appropriate meals at appropriate times. today was very hard, i had my favorite sandwhich when i woke up because it was noon. it seriously hurt because my body refused to take in any food (probably because i dont like eating immediately after waking or taking medicine) however i could feel pain due to hunger and knew i needed to eat. this sounds little but it was very hard. hopefully this appetite issue can be forced through and handled better as i fix my sleep. ive also asked my mom to buy some apples (granny smith which i eat in slices, and honey crisp which i eat in whole) because oddly enough the only thing my body wants to eat in the morning is those exact textures and consistencies. she’s going shopping soon so!!! yippee!!!!

- i recently tried to apply to a job. i have recognized this is an impulsive decision and i am not ready to take one on. i gave them my name and number and they said they’d call me, but i’m likely to apologize and decline. we’ll see, i just needed money really. commissions are still open and right now although my goal is health, my secondary goal is gaining traction online to balance hobby, health, and gaining money. im nearly finished with my MAP part and im eager to see the sort of response it gets and establish myself online again

- once i establish a better sleep and eating schedule, ill finally hopefully be able to go to a doctors appt. and request lowering the dosage of my epilepsy medication. it’s very hard taking over a dozen pills day and night for a disorder that hasnt shown itself in over 2 years. i only stayed on the meds this long because there was anxiety over transition. im very eager to not be as dependent on medication, and only take medication alongside proper therapy (which i will hopefully receive) for mental health and productivity reasons alone.

tldr

this is a life update of sorts to describe where im at and give you an idea of my availability and energy levels. i am feeling very sick. my sleep and eating schedule is fucked up. i am currently putting much of my focus into personal hobbies, relaxing tasks (watching shows, playing games), self care, chores, and fixing some health issues with myself. i was very eager to be more productive and social, and im sorry if i cant be all the time! soon i will have plenty of time and energy to share with yall.

love you guys :] im gonna go watch anime or something

[sugarcherriess]

okay its 2am rn and suddenly came up with this angst? it probably exists somewhere..but anyway you can imagine any member for this one im going for Kevin ig?

so youre just chilling on the couch when you see ur bf being all dressed up and was about to wear his shoes. "Where are you going, babe" "Out, at a bar with friends?" he says in a kind of sarcastic? tone. You sigh and say "Alright, text or call me when youre on way home" you say with a kind of forced smile. Your bf has being going out a lot, what you dont mind but hes coming late wasted, sometimes doesn't even bring the keys or is too drunk to find them and open the door so you have to wakw up at 4am (on a work day too) jusr to let him in and taking care if him.

he rolled his eyes and says "I am not a child I'm literally older than you. You don't have to treat me as a child" he said annoyed. "Fine, i don't give a fuck. Don't call me or text me. Do what ever the fuck you want i dont care. Bring your keys with you. i dont care if you pass out on the street or infront the front door. i will not open the fuckin door. Dont stay safe i guess. Sorry that your partner cares about you, bitch" you slam the door in his face, kind of regretting. Did he got hurt? Ou wanted to open tge door again to see if he's okay but he's gone anyways.

At the bar, hes completely frustrated, trying not to drink alot not to disappoint you. He would go back, and apologize to you. He did regret what he said. You just care about him, like a normal partner. He takes a few shots to relax a bit but his thoughts are on you only. why did he say that? but why did you overreact? No, you didnt. You only care about him. He indeed acted like a child. He regretted to hurt your feelings. He knows that youre kind of sensitive..

meanwhile at home you just stared at the black screen of the TV trying to forget it by scrolling on your phone. You cried your best not to cry. Did you overreact? Do you treat him as a child? No, you only cared abiut hus safety, right?

a few hours later at around 11pm you eventually fell asleep on the couch. Hearing sounds from keys wake you up but you still pretend to be asleep. You noticed hes crouching to your height, just staring at you. He knows your not asleep but just let it be. He takes a blanket over you, letting you "sleep". You hear him whispering " I am so sorry baby i know you only care about me. It's true i acted like a child. I truly don't deserve you. I am sorry i understand that you wont forgive me easily. i love you" He hesitated not to kiss your forehead. You need space. it's true his words really hurt you...

(you can continue if you want) 🐼

i know its kinda cliche i tried not to make it that tgey are not that forgiving so easily. i am sorry its REALLY basic but pls remember my english isn't the best and i really have problems finding good words or in general express anything.. and i have NO creativity and neither do i write bcuz i just CANT im sorry adonis ily 🐼

No because Kevin is def the type to say all that as a joke and then it going too far because neither of you wanted to be called the one that takes shit too seriously. But also if i ever had a fight like that with kevin personally i would not stop crying because what the fuck 😟😟😟