#its called independence 😔😔😔

[lilac-melody]

If I can stop getting scolded at work over my refusal to ask for help that would be fantastic

[pinkkittysaw]

FIVE NIGHTS AT MIKE’S

pairing: mike schmidt x plus sized! female reader

summary: you spend the night at your boyfriend’s place

word count: 5,735

content: NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI, you will be blocked!) post canon (but still in the year 2000), established relationship, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), fingering (f! receiving), minor pussyjob, breast/nipple play, protected sex (use of condom), intimacy kink, both reader and mike have pubes

a/n: does anyone else miss blockbuster? because i do 😔 long live physical media! also i did my due diligence and calculated prices of things to my best of my ability for the year 2000 so even if my price match isn’t EXACT, it’s close. this ended up…unexpectedly softer than i thought it would. never did i think i would be stringing sentences together like this to describe mike from FNAF but alas, here we are ^_^

dividers by @/kimjiho1 & @/saradika

"See ya, rugrat," you say to the eager girl as she hugs both you and her brother at the entrance of their front door. She huffs, only slightly, when you ruffle her brunette curls, sporting a faint pout once she pulls away from your hold. You chuckle, kneeling to her height, before attempting to fix the mess you created, smoothing out the hairs that lay atop her head the best you could.

"Call us if you need anything, okay?" Mike repeats for the nth time that night since Abby started getting ready.

"Yeah, yeah." Abby dismisses her brother completely, heading toward the car parked in the driveway after she decides that her hair looks satisfactory enough.

It was a Friday night, both you and Abby had sleepover plans, her at a friend's house and you over at Mike's. Abby was so devastated when she found out that your sleepovers fell on the same day as each other—intentional planning on both your and Mike's part—that she almost bailed on her school friends. It was only when you promised to have a special girl's night with her the next time you stayed over that she eventually yielded, going through with her original plans for the weekend.

She was initially invited by one of her school friends. After Mike had sat through one of the world's most awkward conversations with Abby's friend's mom—one he made sure to recount once they arrived home—he decided that it was probably in her best interest to let her go out and socialize like this while she was still young enough to do so, despite whatever unspoken worries he had about her going off and spending the night on her own for the first time.

"Love you!" Abby yells from the rear car door before opening it and getting inside. The seats are filled with excitable little girls and one slightly apprehensive mom who smiles at you through the windshield. Though the sound is slightly muffled, Mike repeats the same words back to his sister.

He may not be the most outwardly affectionate person, but after taking even the tiniest glimpse into their lives, it's obvious that he cares. Whether that's shown through him triple-checking her pack before she leaves for the evening, giving her friend's mom a list of her safe foods so that she doesn't go hungry, or reminding her numerous times that she can always call home if she needs to because no matter how independent she's become, it's okay to still need your older brother. Although you're sure Mike would say that he's anything but a good older brother.

Abby waves to you both as the car pulls out of the lot before she turns back to her friends again. You and Mike stand waving in the entryway as it turns off onto the street, leaving an empty spot in its wake.

"She's come a long way," you comment, turning your head towards him as he continues to stare out onto the pavement.

"Yeah."

You're unable to help the way your eyes roll at his statement, though it's lighthearted in nature. "It's thanks to you, you know." You nudge him in the side with your elbow.

"I think you had a hand in it too," he chuckles, smirking as his eyes meet yours.

"Just accept the compliment, Mike." You pat his shoulder, then turn on your heels to head back indoors, with him following suit.

"So...what should we do now?"

"I got a spare ten; wanna rent a movie?" You reach down for your wallet that's tucked in your overnight bag sprawled on his couch, pulling out the ten-dollar bill and puffing it between your fingers. "Let me treat you, baby," you coo, twirling around with the money in hand.

He scoffs a little at the display but still reaches for his keys and jacket off the rack. "Let's go."

The drive to the video rental store is a short one, as most of your time is spent lip-syncing songs to Mike that play through the static of his shitty radio.

Once you arrive, you divide and concur. Since Mike got to choose the movie last time, it was your turn, leaving him in charge of the snacks. You take your time leisurely perusing through the aisles, trying to find something that looks interesting enough before making your way to the "New Releases" section. It takes a while before anything catches your eye, but as you keep wandering, a title eventually jumps out at you.

You pick up the VHS and make your way over to check it out. Mike's waiting for you at the end of the aisle, his arms filled with popcorn, soft drinks, and candy. The two of you walk side by side over to the counter, where he drops all his snacks, and you slide over the movie. He lifts the corner of the box to look at the title before the case makes its way toward the cashier.

"American Psycho?" He asks, raising a brow.

"Yeah." You hand over the cash and your ID. "A coworker of mine said it was good, plus the trailer looked...interesting." You smile. "Why? Are you scared of a little horror film?"

"In your dreams."

"Guess we'll see about that, won't we?"

After thanking the cashier and collecting your bagged items, the two of you head back to his car.

It's not long after that the two of you arrive back at Mike's place, having changed out of your day clothes into pajamas.

After feeding the tape into the VCR, you plop back onto the sofa, sinking into the cushions, popcorn in hand, and snuggling into Mike's side.

Around six minutes into the movie, you comment in between bites of popcorn. "I know this movie is rated R, but I honestly wasn't expecting to see Christain Bale's ass."

Mike doesn't say anything in return, just side-eyeing you with a simple "Uh huh."

By the time the credits roll, both of your tummies are full of salty popped kernels and sweets, the evidence of which lies on his coffee table in the form of empty bags and wrappers.

Your bodies have shifted positions since the movie started. He's lying on his back, his body spread along the length of his couch, with you on your tummy nestled on top of him. Your cheek is squished against the space between his neck and shoulder, breathing him in while his chin rests on top of your head, his fingertips drawing slow circles on the small of your back.

The sensation makes you drowsy, both due to his warmth and the methodical motions of his fingers lulling you into an almost slumber.

"So, were you scared?" You tease, breaking through the serene atmosphere.

"Hm?" He mumbles, slow blinking himself to a higher state of alertness. It seems as if he too has been lulled into falling asleep on the couch alongside you.

"Were you scared?" you reiterate.

"Definitely not."

"Yeah... it felt more like a thriller than a 'horror' movie, I guess."

Mike hums in agreement, the two of you lying in silence before he speaks up again. "We should probably get off the couch now, hm?"

You groan a little, not wanting to move from your comfy position on top of him.

"Says who?" You fold your forearms across his sternum, settling your chin on top of your hands.

"Me." He quips, "It's getting late."

You huff, maneuvering your body so you can stretch and look at the clock on his wall. "It's only ten p.m." His eyes aren't open, but they don't need to be for him to tell that you have a pout on your face.

In your best attempt to dissuade him, you settle yourself back in the crux of his neck. "The night is still young."

"Says the one who was snoring up a storm on top of me a few minutes ago," he titters, poking your sides lightly so you'll fold in on yourself. "Using me as her personal pillow."

You don't engage anymore, choosing to stay right where you are in silence. If you don't talk, then no conversation needs to be had, and you can stay where you are. 

"Fine," he grumbles, effectively giving up. "We can stay like this a little longer." His fingers change positions now, moving from their persistent prodding to dragging the tips up and down your spine underneath your shirt.

"You're warm."

"You're warm...and snuggly... and safe." You plant a kiss on the exposed skin from the opening in his shirt.

"Safe? Never heard that one before." He smirks to himself amusedly.

"Don't start all that now," you tell him, looking up from your spot nestled in his neck.

"It's true," he retorts, "not sure any of my former employers would agree with you."

"First off, your previous employer was an actual madman. Secondly, I'm not one of your employers; I'm your girlfriend, and thirdly, you should know by now that I don't give a fuck about corporate."

Mike looks off to the side, not meeting your eyes. "You're not exactly a good influence on me, you know," he jokes.

"I never claimed to be." You move to lift yourself more and stroke his stubbled cheek with your finger. You sigh, "Look, I get that you haven't always been the most pacifistic person in the past, but...I mean it when I say I feel safe with you. And I know Abby is safe with you too, alright?"

He doesn't have the words to articulate the feeling that those words dredge up inside him, so he simply nods.

"Good." You lay back down on his front, staring up at him. "Wanna know one of my favorite things about you?"

You stage the question like it was a guessing game, but since he's unable to guess any good qualities about himself, all he responds with is "What?"

"Your eyes. So pretty."

The corner of his lip turns up in a smirk. This isn't the first time you complimented his eyes, and it surely wouldn't be the last. The warm, rich browns that make up his irises are sweet in color, despite him thinking they were as plain and boring as can be.

"You want to know what your eyes are telling me?"

"What?" You smile sweetly at him.

"That you're looking up at me like you want something."

"Maybe I do want something." You shuffle further up his body, settling yourself onto his lap, plush thighs surrounding his hips as you hold onto his forearms for stability.

"And what's what?"

You lean over him, slowly descending upon him, your face hovering just above his. "A kiss?" You wiggle your eyebrows up and down as if to entice him more.

"Go ahead."

"Really?"

"Could always change my mind."

"Meanie," you pout, but you meet him the rest of the way anyway, his lips melding with yours.

Trying to describe your relationship and the intimacy that came along with it was difficult. Trying to describe Mike was difficult. The closest thing that comes to mind is a skittish cat. He wasn't standoffish in the sense that he couldn't talk to anyone, but trying to get anywhere other than skimming the surface with him was a challenge, like a game of tug of war, a delicate balance of push and pull. If you charged forward too quickly, he'd retreat into a corner, baring teeth and claws.

It wasn't his fault, not necessarily. The death of his younger brother being the major catalyst as to why he kept himself so closed off. A death that he blamed on himself for the longest time.

He stayed approachable enough to get along with others on the barest of levels to not cause any problems. for the most part, and any attempts at digging in any deeper than he was willing to allow were met with resistance. If he never gets close, then he never has to lose, even if it means leading an even lonelier life down the road.

The only long-standing relationship he had left was with Abby. His final tether to humanity was the little sister whose life he was holding together with glue sticks and string.

To be honest, it was amazing that you got as close to him as you did. After his short stint at the run-down pizzeria, he asked you out, deciding that he was done trying to flee and cling to the past. It was time to start living in the present, taking care of those who needed him now while he still could.

The kiss is slow, meticulous, and intimate. A word that never used to be in Mike's vocabulary. It's warm. He's warm (and slightly squishy). The heat builds to a simmer inside your tummy.

His hands slide from your thighs to the fat of your hips, squeezing the flesh between his fingers as he pulls you closer against his pelvis, causing a slight whimper to fall from your lips. All you want to do is melt in it, sink into the heat, and slowly let it consume you.

One of your arms wraps around the back of his neck while the other hand cradles his stubbled cheek. It was strange how a man could make you feel as if your whole heart was being consumed all at once. Sickly sweet words come to a boil on your tongue, but you swallow and exchange them for something more simple and primitive. Moans fill the air of his living room, with the more primal part of you taking over.

Your hips begin to rock gently against his, your tongue prodding at his teeth. The groan that comes out of you is a plea for entrance, one which he happily grants, parting his lips and allowing you to swallow him whole.

"That's it."

The kiss becomes a clash of teeth and tongues, nipping at each other's lips while wet muscles glide against one another.

You're not exactly sure why, but kissing Mike like this, in a way that's so raw and unrefined, makes you unbearably needy, not just in the pit of your stomach but in your heart too. You've grown to like this little life you've built here, tending to the seeds of your relationship with care. It hasn't been perfect per se, but it's been yours. You love it. You love his sister. You love him and you can't decipher whether that scares you or not. Excitement and anxiety both make your heart beat to the same erratic rhythm.

He's gentle with how he holds you. Square palms and thick fingers knead the flesh of your sides before sliding down to your rear to give that a firm squeeze as well, his hands guiding your body, rocking it back and forth on his half-hard cock.

A juxtaposition: knuckles once bloody and bruised, calloused fingers with skin split around the nails holding you, caressing your body as if it were velvet. If he were a bit more needy, drunk on love, he'd swear to the heavens that you were softer.

His hands move from your ass to breast, his fingertips delicately sliding up the curves. It's not the first time he's "discovered your body," nor is it the last, but all the times you have sex, which is not often enough, it always feels as loving as the first.

Thumbs brush against the ribs that hide beneath your shirt, soft in a way that makes your heart flutter before they reach their destination, swiping against the soft, stippling peaks of your nipples, your bra having long since been removed earlier that night when you returned to his place. Palms grasp at the fat of your bosom, kneading the flesh.

The roll of your hips increases while your lips separate from his, laying forehead to forehead as you pant lightly against him, breath cascading down his features. The grip of his fingers on your side tightens as he tries to stall your movements. "Stop...stop..." he puffs into your mouth, slight perspiration building on his brow from the heat.

You pout as your hips come to a full stop, peering down at him beneath you.

"I don't want to blow all over the couch," he explains.

"What a lovely mental image you've just given me," you snort, swinging your leg over him as you try to get up, only to be stopped by his hands once more.

"I never said I had a problem with getting my bedsheets dirty, though."

His lips clash with yours as he walks you backward down the hall toward his bedroom. You stumble through the door and crash onto his bed while he flips on his bedside lamp before collapsing on top of you. Another whine escapes you as you feel his hard-on through his PJ bottoms.

"Mike," you exhale, holding onto his shoulders for support.

"I know, I know."

He repositions himself and you, by extension, so that he's lying on top of you properly. Lips move from yours to the corner of your mandible, planting quick kisses all over your skin as if trying to consume you. His facial hair tickles as it brushes against the skin of your neck, causing you to shrink up slightly while releasing a fit of small giggles.

You cling to every part of him just as he does to you, pushing up your shirt to lay claim to every inch of you. Though it's not fully removed, the material is left to rest above the swell of your breasts as he kisses his way down your sternum. He's deliberate as he moves down your body, attempting to cover as much of you in his sweetness as he can.

He takes extra care when he reaches your tummy, fingertips limber and gentle as he caresses the skin. Your eyes stay locked with his as his lips meet the curve of your stomach. Tender kisses are placed across it, showing appreciation for all of the parts of your body, not just the ones you've deemed worthy of his attention.

Sex wasn't always this "easy" between the two of you; even after dancing around each other and finally getting into a relationship, that didn't make all the vulnerability of the act any easier.

He wasn't bad at it by any means; he was just a little misguided. Although sometimes you regret having taught him as well as you have, especially now that he knows how to push all your buttons. 

His palms slide up your legs, from calves to thighs, fingers nestled into the waistband of your underwear and pajama bottoms, tugging them off in one fell swoop. A singular kiss is placed at the height of each thigh before he spreads your legs, exposing your sex to the cool air of his bedroom.

Nothing is said, but he does sit there for a moment, kneeling on the bed above you. When he finally does make his descent upon you, he presses a kiss so delicate right on the pudge of your mons. Then he moves to your left inner thigh, then the right, back and forth, back and forth, scrupulous, patient, and SLOW. The point of which is to get you as wet as possible without having directly touched you yet. It's made abundantly clear when he echoes those same thoughts back to you.

His thumb runs through your slit, dipping into your entrance, enough so that he barely breeches through, collecting some of your slick on the rough pads and dragging it up to your clit, rubbing tentative circles on the bundle of nerves.

"So wet," is all he says while continuing, circular motions with even pressure.

Lucky for him and (un)lucky for you, he can go as slow as he likes tonight, taking all the time in the world to warm you up, despite all your incessant whining.

He leans back to pull off his shirt, revealing a cute tuft of brown hair in the middle of his chest.

"You can be as loud as you want."

He lays on his stomach, right in between your legs, landing a singular kiss straight to your cunt before dragging the length of his tongue from your entrance to clit, giving that a kiss as well. He repeats the action a couple more times before settling himself right on your pussy, nose nestled in the wirey hairs of your mons. The wet muscle worms its way to your pulsing hole, digging in deep to drink down every drop that leaks from you.

It's always difficult to maintain eye contact with him like this; his almond irises are blown so wide that it's as if only his pupils remain. He licks and laps at your cunt like it's the only thing he was made to do. He worships your pussy like it's his favorite thing in the world, and has to prevent himself from humping the bed while he indulges himself in your taste. Even though he knows you find it hot as fuck whenever he cums just from eating you out, he needs to feel you stretched out on his cock.

Though unspoken between the two of you, you know that if you stare at him for too long while he makes out with your cunt, you'll cum way quicker than you mean to, and you know if you cum too quickly, he'll lay there and tongue-fuck you right through your next orgasm, because as much as he eats you out for your pleasure, he eats you out for his pleasure too.

Most of the time, you don't feel like giving him a big ego, so you tilt your head back and screw your eyes shut as his lips pucker around your clit and suckles it into his mouth. Even if you don't meet his gaze, he knows the effect he has on you just by the way your fingers rake through his curls, rooting themselves in his scalp while whimpering praises into the aether.

"Mikey."

The pet name used to make him groan and roll his eyes in frustration, but when you're spread out like this underneath him, it's his most favorite sound in the world.

Your opposite hand drifts to squeeze and knead at your breast, tugging at your nipple. His hand comes up to meet yours, warm and grounding, as he begins to work at your clit even more, sucking it more vigorously than before. Your hips begin to buck against his face, the scratch of his stubble giving your inner thighs a delicious beard burn as the heat begins to reach a boiling point in your belly. His fingers squeeze down on yours against your breast while your fists tighten in his hair.

You look down at him finally, and it's as if he can sense you're watching him because his eyes immediately snap up to meet yours. You can barely make out the slick coating his face in the low lamplight.

He works overtime now that he has your full attention, dragging his hand from your breast to your tummy, giving it a gentle squeeze before bracing his forearm across it, allowing for leverage as he sinks one, then two fingers into your cunt. He's quick but not rough with his movements inside you, curling in just the right spot to make you see stars.

Though your hips are restricted by him, you hurdle toward your impending orgasm. You reach down to meet his hand, and he happily clasps his fingers with yours, breaking eye contact with him when the coil finally snaps. Your back arches while your hand tightens around his, nails digging into the skin of his scalp, moans dribbling from your mouth with every passing second.

He eases you down from your high, kissing his way up your body before pulling off your shift completely and meeting his lips with yours, giving you a taste of yourself. You moan into the kiss, clinging onto him for dear life as you begin to wind down. He knows you're all set when your touch goes from frantic grabbing to gentle caressing.

He looks down at you; your expression is happy and a smidgen dopey, but nowhere near fucked out yet.

"Think you can handle some more?"

"Your tongue game isn't that good."

He scoffs. "Still coherent enough to give me lip, I'd say you're good."

He sits up, reaching toward his nightstand drawer, fishing out a box from inside.

"Oh, a new box of condoms..." You rise to your knees. slinging your arms around Mike from behind, your tits pressed up against his back. "Were you expecting to get laid tonight, Michael?" you tease, slowly kissing his neck.

"You say that as if it wasn't your idea to spend the night when Abby had her sleepover." He fiddles with opening the box, tearing off a single condom from the rest.

"If I recall, you weren't opposing the idea either," you goad, trailing your lips onto his freckled shoulder. "It's good that we're being responsible; now come here. I want more kisses." You take the condom from between his fingers and place it back on his nightstand along with the box as you urge him back down on top of you.

He obliges, his lips meeting yours as you trail all over each other's bodies. His hard cock lays in between your thighs, aching and throbbing with need, so you decide to grant him a little relief. You slide your hand into his boxers and slowly stroke his cock. His breath hitches slightly, bringing amusement to your face as your lips brush against his.

"So hard for me already, poor thing." You nuzzle into his face a little, sliding your nose against his as you lick into his mouth, silently asking for his tongue once again. He gives as much as he can, panting into your kiss.

After just a few minutes of lazily jerking him off, you slide his pants lower on his thighs, bracing his cock right in between your slit and slowly start to rock your hips back and forth. The kiss becomes lazy, just tongues caressing each other while moans echo throughout the room, every vein from his cock brushing up against your clit as the two of you rock together. The heat and slick making both of you quiver.

You release him on the brink of going too far, choosing to then reach over for the singular packet, the shiny foil catching in the light.

"Can you manage to put this on, or do I need to do it?" you jest.

"I got it." He sits himself on the edge of the bed, plucking the condom from your grasp. You hear the sound of the package tearing, and soon after his bottoms are gone too, both of you nude together.

"So, how you wanna do this?" he asks while rolling on the latex.

"Wanna be in your lap."

"Are you sure your legs can handle that?" he chuckles, caressing your thigh.

"My legs aren't made of jello," you retort, getting up on your knees while he scoots backward.

"Alright, but no complaining if you get tired."

You crawl over toward him, and he reaches out for you, taking hold of your hips as you swing one leg over both of his.

"Hi," you say as you're face to face with him, one arm slung lazily over his shoulder, grazing his back, the other resting against his cheek as your finger strokes his cheek.

"Hey," he chirps back.

You give him a quick kiss, moving your hand from his face to his cock, feeding him through your entrance, and sinking down on him slowly, the two of you groaning into each other's mouths. Your tummy folds in on itself as you reach the base.

You're not sure if you'll ever get used to the intimacy of it all. No matter how many times you go through this, you wonder if the feeling of overwhelming consumption will subside. If one day, it won't feel like Mike is looking right into your soul every time you have sex.

You whimper slightly as you settle, his girth stretching you out deliciously. You cup his face as your lips search for his again. His hand moves to caress you, one hand gliding down your spine and the other grabbing the fatty flesh at the bend of your hip joint. They never stay in place, though,  always on the move, making sure no part of your body is left undesired.

You roll your hips for the most part, bouncing only every so often when you want to feel the stretch of being filled again, mostly wanting to enjoy the feeling of being so close together, so connected. Taking simple pleasures in the feeling of him just being inside you. The hairs that spackle the base of his cock work to add pleasure to your clit. 

He kisses his way down your neck, smiling against your skin as he does it, taking in deep breaths of your scent while his hands continue their caress to your breasts, making sure to show them the attention that he neglected while he was eating you out.

His lips move toward your nipple, kissing it before letting his tongue lull out of his mouth, flicking it back and forth.

"Mmm...Mike." Your cunt clenches around him at his efforts, your fingers curling into the hair that sits at the nape of his neck.

His opposite hand slides to your front, rubbing up and down along the curves of your body til it settles on the other breast, rolling the nipple between his digits. His tongue traces around your areola before sucking the nipple into his mouth.

"Christ, Mike," you whine as he locks eyes with you, the movement of your hips quickening with every suck.

This is the only time you get so whiny, when the two of you are in a position like this, so enraptured with each other, in each other's pleasure. You become so sweet and pliant.

He detaches himself from your nipple and eases you onto your back, grabbing the fat of your thighs and pushing them toward your chest so he can fuck you like you need, like you both need. You're not sure if Mike will ever admit to this, but he needs the intimacy as much as you do.

He's deliberate when he sinks back into you, grinding when he reaches the hilt.

When he pulls out, he develops a slow rhythm, one you can both enjoy with its progression. Despite its calm nature, every thrust of his heavy cock ruts into exactly where you need it, rubbing against the spongey spot inside you that makes your toes curl, that lights a fire in your belly and makes you needy once again.

As the moment continues to build, on the precipice of climax, he speaks to you through the haze of pleasure.

"Still need me to kiss you to cum?" He taunts. He knows the answer.  It's been the same ever since the two of you got together. The intimacy between the two of you gets you off more than anything else. 

You pull him down til he's practically on top of you, his body weight against yours, your tummy folding up so nicely as you lay nose to nose. His scent and his skin on yours grounds you like nothing else. You don't even mind the stretch of your thighs as he holds himself against you.

"Don't act like you don't need this too." You extend your neck in an attempt to push your lips forward on his. "You enjoy intimacy more than your grumpy face lets on." Your eyes are just barely glazed over, the same dopey grin plastered on your face as you reach out to him.

"Shut it," he huffs, pressing his lips into yours for a searing kiss, fucking into you with as much vigor as he can muster. The springs of his mattress squeak wildly as he fucks you through it.

As much as he tries to deflect, he knows it's the truth too. He needs the closeness as well. The intimacy, the skin-to-skin contact, the sweat, the heat, the love

You mewl into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him tightly. Your orgasm sits just beyond the horizon, your cunt clenching down on him harder and harder with every sloppy smack of his lips against yours. The need and desperation grow as your bodies cling together, never wanting to part, edging closer and closer to ecstasy.

You glide your hand down to your clit, rubbing in tight circles as your orgasm crests, taking over your body and moaning into his mouth loudly as you pull him down even further. You're reduced to nothing but babbles and whimpers as he fucks you through your orgasm.

You feel the same words as before bubble up on your tongue. He's here, his body encapsulating yours as close as humanly possible; he's so warm, so safe. He's here, he's yours, and you love him.

You let the words escape you this time, refusing to let them fizzle out into nothingness.

"I love you, Mike," you whisper in his ear.

It's not more than a few seconds later that he's spilling into the condom, his hips still sloppily thrusting and letting out an unexpectedly loud groan while clinging to you.

The air settles, and Mike is still nestled inside you. Your fingers comb through his hair as he brushes along your side, leaving a kiss on your skin every so often, enjoying the afterglow of sex. 

You're the first to break through the silence.

"Shower now or in the morning?"

"Morning," he groans, somewhat groggy after everything that went down. He pulls out, getting up to remove the condom and tie it off, tossing it in the waste basket under his nightstand, making a mental note to dispose of it properly later.

"I'm gonna go pee, then we'll snuggle up for the night," you tell him as you head toward the bathroom before he has a chance to trap you in bed with sleepy cuddles.

"Don't fall in," he smirks, feeling proud of himself, and you grin at him for being an idiot.

As you go to wash your hands after finishing up, you hear a muffled. "I love you too" through the bathroom door.

[cuubism]

Hey just wanted to say you're not a killjoy at all, you're actually absolutely correct

Thank you, I wish I didn't have to be 😔 I wish we lived in a world where gender equality was so long solidified that we could make silly jokes like that and not have it inadvertently feed into real world misogyny. I could see a world where women's inequality was so far in the past that 'ugh i wish i could just have someone else pay for everything' could be a funny #relatable 'we all hate working' kind of joke because everyone understood we don't actually want dependency. But that's not this time period when so many people genuinely believe that a woman's place is only in the home, and when young women might see that joke and believe that giving up their independence is a good idea or that women fighting for the right to equality in employment was a mistake. It inadvertently feeds into the rising tide of misogyny and points people towards those "traditional values" influencers that really push the idea that women should (god i hate the phrase "women should") submit to men and that their only valid life path is being a wife and mother. Especially when algorithms tend to push people down alt-right rabbit holes, like, even my insta feed is full of trad wife fundamentalist christian content because I hate watch it and then the algo feeds me more 😂 that's on me really I should just block all those accounts.

I mean, I sympathize, I hate my job sometimes too, I think everyone would like to have a life where they didn't have to work 40+ hours a week and had more leisure time. Unfortunately we live in a world where money by and large equates to freedom. So my go to complaint isn't wow I wish I had no life choices and was dependent on a man for my livelihood! when I'm irritated about work 😂

A lot of the content made by younger women online recently seems kind of regressive in its approach to gender roles, "i can't do this i'm just a girlie" and so on (I'm aware it's a joke, but oftentimes stuff starts as a joke and then reaches people who don't see it as one), and I worry about us backsliding. I'm concerned by young women idealizing the Trad Wife lifestyle, not knowing their history and how dangerous a position it puts women in. I'm concerned by the 'stay at home girlfriend' trend, possibly MORE dangerous for how it lacks even the meager property and alimony protections of marriages. I'm concerned by the increasing gendered political divide and radicalization of young men, the way misogyny has become more and more virulent and loud and normalized over the past few years. The way women's rights are being rolled back with even more restrictions being pushed by the Right in an attempt to hold onto power and maintain their hierarchical worldview.

We need feminism more than ever right now, and additionally I think we all need to reclaim it from radfems and terfs. The word has become too associated with them, to the point I fear people are afraid to call themselves feminists for fear of it being misinterpreted, and I'm sick of it, why should terfs get to define it? Especially when our rights in society are all entwined. Reproductive rights--an issue that doesn't solely impact women but does disproportionately affect women--arises from the same root issue of fundamental bodily autonomy as does trans rights. Moreover the existence of trans and nonbinary people reinforces gender equality because if gender and sex are malleable, not fundamental and binary, then upon what basis is the oppression of women? How can one claim that women are less than men, or that women and men 'should' hold such and such roles when even the role of 'woman' or 'man' is not discrete. I hope terfs can come around to seeing that.

I don't believe in policing people's online activity unless it's like actually threatening hate speech, so I'm certainly not going to tell them they can't joke how they want. I just hope they think about why that's where their mind goes when they don't want to work, instead of wishing that society didn't work people to the bone, that people had more leisure time, that jobs were better and more meaningful etc. I hope they think about the women around the world who are still denied education and denied the right to work and forced to depend on their family or husband with no freedom or autonomy, and how much work it took women in the past to even get where we are, and how much there still is left to do.

[berystraw]

Love Leaves Scars: New hope

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Warning: none

Pairing: oc!reader x Grayson Hawthorne

W.C: 1.8k

Note: FINALLY, THE FIRST CHAPTER IS RELEASED! I hope you guys will enjoy this chapter. I wanted you all to meet Verity before the boys get mentioned! It's been a while since I last created a story, so please bear with me!!! I promise to try and update faster next time😔

As a child, I was never doted on. So clearly, being independent and acting older despite such a young age would become the result of it. "No Rosewood was once a child." My father would always say to me. Thus, living alone at the age of 18 never became a problem.

" 'Not a problem,' you say, look at this mess, Veri!" The high-pitched voice of Asnid echoes in the room. "This is not a mess, Asnid," I tell her, swatting her hand from grabbing the papers scattered on my desk. "Will you look at this place, Verity? It's a total jungle in here. I don't understand how you call this your 'ideas room'," Asnid says, crossing her arms in front of her and putting on a disapproving look.

To me, she looked hilarious. I could never take her glares seriously with how small she looked. She looked like an oompa loompa trying to prevent you from taking their precious cacao beans. No offence, Asnid.

"It's organised for me," I snickered at her. The way she rolled her eyes and scoffed in irritation caused a small laugh to pass through my lips.

"I couldn't stay here anymore, goodbye!" She huffs in defeat before stomping out the door and towards the kitchen. To be honest, the whole place is a mess. But for some unknown reason, it helps me think more. Constantly worrying about the organization is much more infuriating than having a messy place.

I clenched my eyes shut and took deep breaths to calm me down and clear my head. I grab my headphones from my desk and place them on my head. A playlist I made to help me concentrate on my work blaring in my ears. I grab my drawing pencil and my sketchpad to sketch my desired portrait, the music drowning out all the noises that would prevent me from focusing. For once, I felt calm and relaxed.

I hardly noticed the time and how late it was not until Asnid told me it was almost midnight. As soon as I peeked at my clock, I immediately realized how tired I was. Without a second thought, I gathered the materials used and secured the painting I'd be presenting to my art professor. I bid Asnid good night before retiring to my bedroom.

A sigh escaped my lips as I finally felt the relaxing comfort of my bed. I close my eyes in hopes of removing all possible thoughts that would disrupt my peaceful sleep, and with one final sigh, I let sleep envelop me in its warm, soothing embrace.

I could feel the sun peeking through my blinds and hitting my skin. The birds quietly chirp from outside. My bed felt so warm and cosy to the point that I barely even wanted to get up. I opened my eyes and allowed myself a few moments to adjust to the lighting before looking over my shoulder to check the time. 8:34.

"Verity!" As if on cue, my bedroom door flies open, revealing Asnid with her hair looking like a literal bird's nest and still in pyjamas. We both stared at each other with wide eyes. "WE'RE LATE!" We both yelled out loud. Asnid ran out and ran to her bedroom while I jumped off my bed and ran towards my bathroom. I could hear the clock ticking with every passing second, which made me even more agitated. With 15 minutes remaining, I dashed out of my bedroom and school clothes all disordered. My skirt was sideways, half of the buttons on my blouse were unbuttoned, and my tie was just messily thrown around my neck. My backpack gripped in hand, I sprinted towards my ideas room and grabbed my painting before leaving.

"Everything ready?" I asked Asnid, who was frantically fixing her hair in the mirror near the door. She nodded her head, and we both ran towards her car. "Don't go too fast, you might crash," I tell her while buckling my seat belt. She gives me a nod before driving out of the driveway.

My heart pounds against my chest. 1 minute. I run as fast as I can. My legs burn as I continue to run to the art room. I silently pray that I make it in time. "Almost there," I tell myself while panting. I ran down the hallway to the art room before one of the doors opened, and Ms Hudgins, the English professor, walked out with a cup of coffee in hand and a stack of papers in the other.

Before I could even stop myself, I collided with her. Everything felt like it was in slow-mo. Her papers and cup of coffee were thrown in the air with my canvas. She let out a scream while we both fell to the floor. I watch as Ms. Hudgin's coffee spills on the canvas and the floor.

I sat on my heel and stared at the now-ruined painting in pain. My chances of getting into Yale were ruined.

"Miss Rosewood! What were you thinking running in the halls!" Miss Hudgin's piercing voice echoes throughout the hallway. I open my mouth to answer her, to give her a valid reason, but nothing comes out. Not even a single sound. I continue to stare at my ruined painting. What am I going to tell Mr. Rivera?

After Miss Hudgings had calmed down, she only gave me a warning to not run in the halls and ordered me to clean up the mess in the hallway to which I obeyed not wanting to get into more trouble than I already was. I walked into the art room with my shoulders slouched and a blank expression.

Mr. Rivera stops midway through his sentence. From what I understood, he was explaining the result of our last project for his class. The last project that I just ruined mere moments ago. He turns his attention to me just like everyone else.

"Miss Rosewood, glad you could join us today," His voice didn't hint at any kind of sarcasm or disappointment. His usual soft and kind smile plastered on his face. Mr. Rivera had been teaching at Branford College for over 30 years now, and his experience could be seen in his features. For a 50-year-old teacher, he still looked 10 years younger. A few wrinkles adorned his face, and all of them became very evident when he smiled, which is very often.

Most teachers at his age are strict and harsh towards their students, but he was the exact opposite. He was kind and gentle towards his students, which was the reason why he was so loved by his students not only by the art majors.

"Please sit down, Miss Rosewood. Ah! Before that, may I please see your artwork?" He asked, extending his hand. My heart clenches because of this. "I'm sorry, I don't have it," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I thought that I didn't even say it with how quiet it was.

"What did you say, dear?" He asks, lowering his head slightly to reach my height. "I don't have it," I say a little louder this time. He looks directly into my eye and gives a nod. "Stay after class, Verity. Let's worry about your project later," He instructed and gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze before allowing me to take my seat.

He goes back to talking while I take my seat. I felt uncomfortable. It felt like there were thousands of eyes looking at me right now. I hear them talking in whispers, which I try to drown out. I try not to look at any of them for fear of seeing their faces. I could just imagine it. Their faces turn into an expression that gives away their thoughts about you. Their disappointment and disgustment.

Later on, the bell rings, indicating the end of the subject. Students around me gather their things while I continue to sit in my seat, barely moving and paying attention to anything or anyone. As soon as the last student walks out the door, I stand up and walk over to Mr. Rivera. "Sir," I start, but he just raises his hand, signalling me to stop, and I do.

"What happened, Verity?" He asked, and I lowered my head in shame. I could hear the disappointment in his voice now. "You said you were almost done when I last asked you about your progress. What happened?" My lips tremble, and I fear that if I speak, the tears that are threatening to fall from my eyes will all come running down my face.

"I am quite disappointed, Verity," He says. There it is. The words that I feared he would say. My heart drops to my stomach. Disappointment is an understatement. "I'm sorry," I sobbed while bringing my hand to stop the tears from flowing down but failed miserably. Mr. Rivera took a box of tissues out of his drawers and pushed them towards me, which I thankfully took. "I finished it, I promise. It's just that I woke up late, and then I crashed into Ms. Hudgins and her coffee went all over the canvas," I explained. It was hard to speak with all the sobs and hiccups that kept escaping my mouth. I bet I looked pathetic crying in front of him.

There was a moment of silence on his end. The only thing that could be heard in the room was my sniffling and the occasional hiccups. "I believe that you have finished your project in time, Miss Rosewood. Accidents are bound to happen," He comforted me. He lets out a sigh before continuing, "I am giving you the chance to prove yourself worthy of receiving the same grade I would have given you if you had passed your last project," my head jerks up at his words. "R-really?" I asked him, not believing his words. "Yes, but if you think this is some easy project, you have gravely mistaken," He adds.

"I am giving you until the end of the school year to pass a painting that answers this question, "Who are you?". If you succeed in answering this question, then you shall pass, but if not, you are to have a failed mark on your card. Do you understand me, Miss Rosewood?" I smiled and nodded, accepting his challenge. "You may leave now, Miss Rosewood. You wouldn't want to miss lunch, do you?" Mr. Rivera says. I smiled brightly at him before packing my things to leave.

Hope washed over me at the thought that I would still be able to get into Yale. I walk towards the cafeteria and eat with Asnid.

The rest of the day was all a blur to me. All that I could ever think of was what to do for my project. I wouldn't let Mr. Rivera down. Not this time.

As Asnid and I arrived at our apartment hours later. I was beyond exhausted that I faceplanted myself on the living room couch as soon as we both got in. "Hey Vers," Asnid taps on my shoulder. I hummed in response, not in the mood to lift my head from the couch.

"You got a letter,"

"From who," my voice muffled by the couch's cushion.

"Tobias Hawthorne,"

[itstokkii]

Turkuzbek hcs because I don't give them enough love!!!!

Age: I was talking to a couple of friends about this! @peonycats believes turkey to be born around the years 900-1000 CE. meanwhile, uzbekistan would be born around the late 1200s, meaning that turkey's older than uzb by 300 years... 😔 rip my sexy milf uzb hcs...

History: they go wayy back. the Timurid Empire actually had a battle with the Ottoman Empire, largely out of the Ottoman Sultan Bayezid I's concern that the Timurids were expanding too far west. while the Ottomans were heading to the east, Timur's forces cut from behind and sieged Ankara, which started the Battle of Ankara(1402). the Timurid Empire won, also holding the title to being the only ones to capture an Ottoman Sultan in person in all of the Ottoman Empire's history. Not only that, but the Timurid Empire kinda caused a civil war in the Ottoman Empire due to the Sultan dying in captivity, causing all his sons to fight about who the legitimate heir was.

Nothing says teenage romance like causing a civil war in someone's empire and starting a record that was never broken for all 700 years of its history ❤️

(it's also said that allegedly the sultan was kept in a gold cage...)

turkey jokes about her bloodthirsty era, to which she tries smashing her face into his neck and slapping his shoulders "stop!!! I was 17 back then ok 😭😭" but will also say "ok but we caused a civil war at your place so"

after the Timurid Empire collapsed, the Ottomans and Uzbeks got along better. the Khwarazm and Bukhara khanates asked turkey to help them with the threat of russian expansion. and the Ottomans and uzbeks worked together to launch offensives against Iran in the late 1500s to early 1600s.

unfortunately i don't really have much for turkuzbek during the rule of imperial russia and the ussr as they barely interacted, and though turkey was the first nation to recognize uzbekistan's independence, relations soured during the first president's administration due to um. Driving turkish companies out because they had prayer mats in their offices 💀💀

BUT after the first president karimov died, the vice president mirziyoyev began to issue reforms and lifted bans on religious activity, causing a revival of islam in uzbekistan. turkey was all for it, so they began to get closer than ever. That's where they currently are in terms of relationships!

hcs:

THEY ARE LOSER HUSBAND X PRETTY WIFE THEY REALLY AREEE

you know when you have that trusted, dependable friend and one night at a sleepover they wanna tell you something and they confess to having a crush on the WORST person for them but they're head over heels in love? yeah that's uzbekistan 😔

she may be younger but if you didn't know it, you'd assume she's the older one based on maturity.

when they do get together, kazakhstan and kyrgyzstan are both...shocked. kazakhstan just thinks turkey's ego is massively inflated and that russia wouldn't appreciate their relationship getting closer, limiting russian economic support, whereas kyrgyzstan looks like one of those stick figures violence reaction images and kazakhstan has to hold him back

he's definitely the type of guy to slam his hand against the wall and corner her just to see her facial expression

he also calls her "Nargiz," a nickname of her name "Nargiza" which also alters her brain chemistry

though, i want to think that uzbekistan does try to make her move...just in private. idk how she'd do that use your imagination i guess?

even when they're in an established relationship, she's mostly affectionate in private. the most turkey's gonna get out of her in public is....h*nd h*lding or arm clutching but even then...she won't do that until they're married(turkuzbek wedding when???)

uzbekistan reading or scrolling through her phone after a long day of work and turkeys like "nargiz...pay attention to me......come on let's make tea......"

They give each other shoulder massages occasionally

when turkey catches uzbekistan reading he joins her

🇹🇷: hey stop turning the pages so quickly

🇺🇿: i can't stay on this page forever

one second he's talking about how manly of a man he is, next second he asks uzbekistan to cuddle him

they both love cats! and they occasionally have friendly fights about who's more hospitable

turkey and uzbekistan also argue about who did it wrong(uzbek osh vs turkish pilaf, and turkey gets upset at uzbekistan's pahlava because "it's a cheap ripoff")

i was reading about strengthening turkey uzbekistan relations and the article said something like "together, the uzbek and turkish presidents band together as hanafi against the wahabi-salafism sect" so imagining this whole convo:

🇸🇦 circa 2018: congratulations on getting your religious freedom back, uzbekistan! what is your next step moving forward?

🇺🇿: well actually i-

🇹🇷: she's with me lol

turkey has a weird obsession with mongolia and the casians' nomadic pasts

🇹🇷: HELLO MY TURKIC MONGOLIC NOMADIC ISLAMIC MARE MILK DRINKING HORSE RIDING STEPPE BROTHERS AND SISTERS

🇺🇿: im sorry sir this is a choyxona(tea house/restaurant)

though turkey is a fellow islamic nation and they do belong to the same sect as uzbeks do, uzbekistan is still a little stricter. lots of turkish dramas had scenes cut from the uzbek premiere, and some dramas were just...not broadcasted due to...spicy scenes(making out i guess??)

🇹🇷: awww, come on they cut out my favorite scene

🇺🇿: your what 😃🔪

they also get along because they have similar tastes in tea! might as well call them tea lovers

turkey prefers his tea with sugar, whereas uzbekistan just drinks it without.

russia looked down on her and the rest of the central asians because "they were in their ignorant peasant barbarian era before I came and changed everything for the better!!!!"

she also had to unhealthily bottle her feelings of nervousness, anxiety, and overwhelming anger as russia kept taking and taking from uzbekistan(things like cotton, and forcing the aral sea into irrigation, causing the 4th largest freshwater lake in the world to dry up), giving little back or nothing at all to uzbekistan

so one of my earliest turkuzbek hcs was that turkey helps her recover from nightmares by the ussr despite her not telling him what happened, and trying to get her to calm down with tea and desserts and that's when she realized she liked him so much.

saudi arabia initially didn't believe someone as "sensible and mature" as uzbekistan would get with turkey, until she herself confirmed it to him 😔 he mourns the loss of another normal person...

🇸🇦: Dear Diary, today we lost the land of Al Tirmidhi...Al Bukhari...our last bastion...to Turkey...now my allies are no more...

turkuzbek use scent as comfort. when one has to go back home after a meeting or event, the other spends the night hugging the pillow they slept with, or wearing a jacket or other article of clothing they left behind.

they steal each other's clothes for this reason!

back in like...2020 a turkish director partnered with the Uzbek Ministry of Culture and Sports to make the Mendirman Jaloliddin drama based on the last ruler of the Khwarazmian Empire before it fell to the Mongols. so anyways they're hyping up their country's actors before they go on set, and meanwhile all actors from both countries see how turkuzbek are and ship it as well lolol

and lastly: just because I'm also korean...soojin is their wingman lolol

This is all my brain could record, so if anyone has anything to add, please do not hesitate and add your hcs!

[oogaboogaspookyman]

lambitchqueen: hey dude! just wanted to check on u!!

sunshinecat: Hey Laura! I'm okay, albeit a little bored, i don't do well on the weekends 😅

lambitchqueen: that job at the dumb theme park kept u busy huh? man thats kinda shit tbh idk why you even wanted to work there

sunshinecat: I actually quit!

lambitchqueen: deadass?? when???

sunshinecat: You remember that time i was talking to Leshy on break, in the break room, and Narinder decided to make a scene? I quit that time, i didn't wanna work in a place like that

lambitchqueen: damn good for u i hated that place anyway

sunshinecat: Yeahh... Speaking of which, have you heard it shut down? Like years ago?

lambitchqueen: it WHAT

sunshinecat: It shut down! Bankruptcy but knowing you and the things, i bet murder was another reason

lambitchqueen: THEY FUCKING WHAT

sunshinecat: Was that not part of your plan?? It drove the company to shut down the theme park and it's been abandoned ever since

lambitchqueen: i missed out on SO MUCH WHAT THE HELL..... no it wasn't part of my plan to get people killed i just hoped they would get caught and revealed to be spooky shits but KILL??? when did they kill???

sunshinecat: I didn't say they killed, more like i bet they did...

lambitchqueen: oh........ oh okay thank fuck i never meant for THAT to happen jesus fuck

sunshinecat: Sorry! I shouldn't have said that i'm very sorry 😔

lambitchqueen: its cool dw. that being said i do wanna see the place now that its abandoned n all cause like. my curiosity be high now lol

sunshinecat: Are you sure about this??? Those things could still be there y'know???

lambitchqueen: ehh ill be fineee dw bout me im a strong independent woman! i dont need no man u know me

sunshinecat: Yeah i know you 😏

sunshinecat: But seriously can i at least come with you? I don't wanna leave you alone in a place like that, you're my best friend y'know??

lambitchqueen: teehee alr you can come with me romeo but just know were gonna have fun then if you come along

sunshinecat: Bitch don't call me Romeo ewww!!

lambitchqueen: lmaooooo

[ssreeder]

HELLO

I didnt see that there was an update until now and i dont feel like discording and i just read the new chapter so here i am with my few main points bc i dont feel like doing a full live reaction👍👍🫶

Seeing Jeeto come into play in any capacity at all makes me feel like a proud parent watching their children grow. Its always wonderful like those are my emotional support middle aged fictional men. I watched them go from conspiracy to getting crumbs to now their "dates" and gossiping together. Youve gotta love it. Those are my children. Im so proud of them. But im also scared because you killed shen so obviously my feeligns mean nothing to you 🙄😒😒. (Im never going to get over that, im going to be 80 years old in some pst apocolypic enviroment with horrors all around me, but im going to be having nightmares about shen. Ill send you my therapy bill) (im going to get a tattoo in his memory istg)

Also its always really subtle but its funny to see your specific linguistical patterns in liab esp because i can never really explain it. Like ill read a random sentence and be like 'yeah that seems like sreeder wrote it' i just think its neat.

I also really loved zukka this chapter. But i always lovr zukka so its not a surprise. But espesially this chapter because its mostly soft zukka.

"Do you think we will stay together" NO Zukko divorce 🔫🔫. 🙅🏻🔥🔥🔥🙅🏾

The 'moving forward' ness of zukka in liab is so nicely written. Like ive been reading liab since (almost) the beginning and it has been a ride and its starting to feel more conclusive and that is SCARY but its also nice because you write it very well and i adore the way you write trauma and the healing of it and the ups and downs and the two steps forward two steps backness. Its very lovely.

I knew ara was going to have a suicide attempt (esque situation (idk if that counts)) i called it i win.

Idc what others say ara will always be amazing. I love her character SO MUCH

i feel like you can always tell the strengths of a writer in the way they write complicated characters and the way you write ara is very telling of that. Like the fragility and also harshness used for her is very realistic and i always enjoy her parts so much.

Like her deciding to move on independant of how zuko or sokka feel about it is and regardless of whether people thinks she 'deserves it' is immaculate.

And thats a good example on your specific strengths as the author of liab (being able to handle delicate situations well, and realistically and make them very thought out and not rushed, stuff like that).

But her 'i need to start getting along with other girls' is great because like,, RHATS SO TRUE. she is genuienlly one of my favorite characters of all time, i could write essays on why i love her. Exquisite.

REHO MENTION 🥳🥳💪💪💪💪

Thats my emotional support woobified early 20 something year old man. I adore him. If 30 people love reho i am one of them, if one person loves reho i am them if 0 people love reho i am dead (rip rehoes 😔) i will defend his (and aras) good names until i die.

Amazing chapter as always 10/10 *chefs kiss* im so excited for the series to finish and see what you do with everyone and the rest of the storylines and such.

Every time I think of Shen’s death I think of your utter devastation & how I wasn’t expecting you to be so distraught over it. I will say I had another commenter lately who was talking about how much they liked Shen & wanted an Iroh/Shen/Zuko dynamic and I kept thinking…. Damn it buddy, you’re going to be soooo mad at me in a few chapter haha…. oops.

ugh my linguistic patterns haunt me and I specifically ask my betas to check for them because I feel sooooo repetitive sometimes especially when there’s a lot of introspection lol. So it’s funny you mentioned that lol.

Omg I remember when I was still on RIA & someone in the server was like “dude I’m rooting for some jeeto.” & I was like oh no how do they know??? I created this fun divide between hakoda and bato just to push Bato into Jees arm!! Don’t spoil it haha, but whatever at least Dentys dead

Awwww thanks for the compliments it means a lot coming from you <3 but also yeah Ara is my delicate dumpster fire who says she going to make her existence everyone’s problem (most importantly sokka because damn girl could just LEAVE but she refuses lol) I love it. She’s fun, and any scene with her expect utter chaos haha.

every time I write Reho in a scene my mind says and the crowd goes wild,,, he’s annoying but I’m glad you like him.

thanks for this amazing ask you’re awesome

[nation-wide-is-bi-your-side]

this was such an incredible episode oh my god. sorry for shitty formatting am on mobile

- jamie running while tied to roy’s bike in the opening

- jack giving the signed dickens first edition to keeley with the message to make her laugh

- “right?” “YES CHEF”

- sam wanting the restaurant to be absolutely perfect for his dad!!!

- more focus on sam this episode in general. i missed him in sunflowers!!

- beard’s total football powerpoint presentation

- trent’s funny little skeleton shirt :)

- “I WAS ROBBED!” jamie i would die for you

- “ITS MY MOTHER PROUDLY DISPLAYING HER VIBRATOR ON THE BEDSIDE TABLE!!!”

- barbra are you okay??

- keeley “oh we’re just good friends!!!” jones

- “how do you tell if a girl likes you or is just being nice?” “you can’t” x100

- “well marriage is a big commitment you know” “no im talking about pegging”

- the entire Pegging Conversation

- baz stating that his brother is a male whore

- “but luckily i’m in a good mood (: so you’ve only gotta do that for tHE WHOLE FUCKING PRACTICE!!!!”

- despite being in the background roy was an absolute gem this episode

- keeley being so awkward with jack

- jack declaring their relationship to the office

- barbra’s “no that’s enough dan, thank you”slay

- rebecca and keeley talking about mr amsterdam and jack

- “gezellig 🥰 but yeah i would have liked to have seen his penis”

- the comparisons between jack and rupert are making me nervous

- rebecca doesn’t want keeley to get hurt the same way she did 😭

- nate made his niece’s vision happen 🥺

- his rejection monologue

- brenda barot that evil woman

- sam was so polite in his call out but that bitch was awful to him

- nate’s awkwardness with jade

- “i like to eat my breakfast without chewing”

- beard and will switching places

- WILL’S PAPER BEARD

- poor leslie in this episode for nothing but burns

- tedtrent content

- lasso my man cool it with the heart eyes

- the hostess wondering where nate is

- THE DICK STRING????

- baz just wanted to be joined with his homies by the penis 😔

- ROY’S EVIL LITTLE GIGGLE

- HIS FACIAL EXPRESSION WHEN THEY THOUGHT JAMIE HURT HIS DICK

- his disappointment when jamie’s penis was okay

- GET THAT RACIST BITCH’S ASS SAM

- nate was so proud of his craft project! and it was adorable! and then he tripped and dropped it and it got run over!

- the fact that nate didn’t run away and still asked jade out despite making a fool out of himself in public says A LOT about his growth this season

- jade saying yes with no hesitation! and nate was so happy!

- the restaurant being destroyed fucking gutted me. sam’s devestation and sisi’s quiet anger. god.

- return of the Gay Mug™️

- “next time we do this drill, we tie multiple guys’ dicks to one guy’s dick”

- ted looking at trent like he’s the single most important person in the world. tedtrents we are FEASTING this episode

- toheeb jimoh fucking blew me away this episode. the way he portrayed sam’s rage and heartbreak and frustration was incredible.

- sam’s dad being so open and warm and kind and loving in a show largely about shitty fathers. sam breaking down in his arms and ola just holding him. can this man adopt me please?

- “you do it for yourself.”

- “don’t fight back. fight forward.”

- the awkwardness between ola and rebecca cause sam told him about sleeping with her. tension so thick you could cut it with a mf butter knife

- the bar trio having full trust in ted and the team

- “since i was a straight fella” yeah okay mr ted “heart eyes for trent independent” lasso

- mustache lore

- “ass-squatch.” “you’re on fire :)” “make it stop” the AGONY in roy’s eyes

- return of the middle finger! trent rubbing his face as he flips jamie off lmao

- ur so right jamie let me kiss you on the mouth as a treat

- “but for the first time in weeks, the greyhounds are showing signs of life!”

- TRENT’S ENTIRE TOTAL FOOTBALL MONOLOGUE. sweaty, out of breath, hair a disaster, babbling intelligently about how it’s going to work.

- “doesn’t even matter what number four is (awkward arm gesture)”

- “what a fucking dork” “yeah. but he’s our dork <3”

- NATES DATE!!! ADORABLE!

- THE TEAM WORKING TOGETHER TO FIX THE RESTAURANT i could kind of see it coming but STILL! THEY LOVE AND SUPPORT SAM SO MUCH!! AND SAM DESERVES ALL OF IT!!!

- “well, we all just asked ourselves “what does the situation need?”” “and we thought your situation needed us :)”

- ola was so touched that sam named the restaurant after him <3

- the episode ending with sam, ola, and simi dancing around and cooking while the himbos have a blast in the dining room. chefs kiss. perfect episode start to finish

[dat-bruv-person]

Hello again- I'm being shameless here but Thoma. Please. I beg of you. Thoma.

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. cinderthoma <3

a/n: Oh you'll like this one then hun! Sorry its taken so much time as well 😔

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly <3

Masterlist

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Once upon an Inazuma, there lived a young man who originated from Mondstadt, and his name was Thoma.

Thoma served under the Kamisato Clan as a maid of sorts, you could say. Lord Ayato was the head of the Clan and the Yashiro Commision, and his sister Lady Ayaka was described as being one of the most beautiful maidens in the country, thus earning her title as the Shirasagi Himigemi - or the Princess. He was nothing special within their ranks, and most definitely had no right to be so close with either of them, but he tried his hardest to meet standards and expectations. This proved difficult, since this was a time where Inazuma was ruled over by a tyrant (the Raiden Shogun) and the locals weren't exactly the most accepting people.

On the other side of Inazuma was Watatsumi Island, your kingdom with the Divine Priestess and her subordinate Gorou serving under you. Everyone got on splendidly there, and there was almost no poverty. Your kingdom was split from the Raiden Shogun's one, thus making the country divided with two monarchies. Most Inazumans dreamed of coming over to your paradise, to escape their queen's rule, yet the laws were so strict that no one could leave or enter her territory. You were the fairest, the kindest and probably the most powerful, after all when you were exiled to the place you now call home, you were ordered to receive Divine Punishment- yet you withstood it and survived.

You cut down the queen ten times harder.

All that was 20 years ago, and to mark the 20th anniversary of the independence of Watatsumi, you were having a grand ball; plus it just so happened to be your birthday. How exciting! Everyone was invited, even the citizens of Central Inazuma. Of course, the Tri-Commision were the first to catch wind of this and wanted their youngest maidens to attract you at the very least. They had heard many good and terrifying tales about your kindness and power.

Thoma was cleaning after dinner when one of his good maid friends ran up to him with the letter she had just delivered to the Kamisato siblings. Thoma, look! She cried. Their highness had invited all of the people of Inazuma to their birthday ball, and to mark the 20th anniversary of Watatsumi Island! Thoma really wasn't surprised, you were an angel, despite what the locals said. Of course you'd invite everyone. Such commoners like him being granted leave in such a biased society however was a different matter altogether. He let out a sigh.

Imagine being able to change out of your ordinary work clothes and dress up fancy for one of the most good-looking people to exist! How dreamy~

He had thought aloud. Shit.

The day had come for you to celebrate your birthday. The Tianqian of Liyue had offered to come to your ball alongside the Liyue Qixing: how could you say no? Lesser Lord Kulsanali, who you knew personally, had been invited to come as well since you felt sorry for her. She'd been checked off the list and was one of the first to arrive with the Akademiya as her bodyguards. She was dressed in a beautiful dress, with golden jewellery and a nose ring. The Knights of Favonius were expected to arrive any time now, and oh! Your beloved subjects had started pouring in. They certainly looked nice.

Many women had attempted to woo you over, and to say your hand was stained with the kisses of many men was an understatement. You looked over the balcony and chuckled at the many Inazumans on boats illegally sailing to your celebration with gifts piled high. The dedication was more than you expected.

Poor Thoma, Ayaka and Ayato had long since left the household, leaving all the servants in the house by themselves. Commoners like all of them could never attend such an event expecting to be treated the same way, what were they thinking? But... who is that? A small flying fairy? A small flying fairy with small constellations coming out of her as she floats? A small flying fairy with small constellations coming out of her as she floats, with white hair? Why is she flying around Thoma? Why has Thoma has a glow up and looks ready for a ball? Don't question it! The maids cried, and ushered him outside in his beautiful black and red robes. Woo them over for us! Okay...

Watatsumi Island we come.

[aceofshitposts]

5 QUESTIONS, 15 (or whatever).

Got tagged by @generatorcat and @glaciya ❤️

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYBODY?

My birth middle name was also my paternal grandmother's name, so I was kinda named after her. But then I went and changed my legal name to something I liked better lmao so...

Ah shit. I did name myself after something. My middle name is now Draco 😂😂 BEFORE YOU JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS. IT WAS ACTUALLY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE NAMES DUE TO THE MOVIE DRAGONHEART and its my favourite constellation.... But I am also a Draco Malfoy apologist 😔

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Uuuuh someone last week? I was in the throes of another bpd episode and having a Time

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Absolutely not. I'm not a child rearing kind of person. I've never really wanted children and I still don't. It's funny cuz of course the idea will come up when you're with friends like I'm school and I just sort of picked names to fit in but I truly was never able to actually picture myself as married or having kids or what I would want it to be like.

4. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?

Oh yes haha I've been told my delivery is so dry that people have trouble telling if I'm actually joking or not 😅

5. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

Used to play volleyball in school. Briefly did some track stuff.

Now I do dog sports like agility :) or well I will once Al is old enough. I used to do ability with my old boss's dogs and help teach the classes though.

6. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT SOMEONE?

Oh that's tough. Uh usually whether or not I like them on fist instinct and whether I think they like me lol

7. EYE COLOUR?

Brown

8. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

I love both?? Scary movies though often compel me because there's like things going on and puzzles to work out

9. ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?

I can catch things without looking? Uuh, I wouldn't call this a talent but people are mystified by it anyway: my ability to get dogs to listen to me lol

It's all about persistence

10. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

hospital, almost exactly one month early

11. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Video games, writing, art of various types, photography

12. DO YOU HAVE PETS?

Yes! I currently have a great pyrenees/gsd/golden retriever mix and I love him very much. He's 4.5 months now and such a sweetheart. He's doing really well with his service work training too but he's still got puppy brain lol

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5'6"

14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

Honestly it's hard to say since I really struggled with school my whole life. I always loved evolutionary science, though, and still do.

15. DREAM JOB?

Running a wolf-dog sanctuary. These animals don't deserve what the get just because of people's ignorance and would love to run a place where they're safe and loved by someone who knows how to handle them.

Honestly I'd probably expand it to other unreleasable wildlife too but my main passion is canids.

Right now I'm settling for opening my own doggy daycare 😂

Another one would just to be independently wealthy and run my own little farm ala harvest moon/story of seasons and have like 15 dogs.

Gonna tag @yasmindifference @krizariel @nanapop @penumbra-twist

[stay-midnight]

hi hehe-fic talk time!

. . . (a fellow filo yes yes but i live in a different timezone hehe)

snowswept tails how i love you so 🤧 yes yes, jeongin breeding the reader for the last time in a while 😭 he'd be so rough as usual, but his words wouldn't match his movements-he'd be all sweet, praising the reader, apologizing for his past behavior and actions, and promising to stay with the reader forever (this is where they'd share their first 'i love you' to eachother imo hehe, and jeongin would ask reader to mark him the same way he does to reader) he'd have to use fox magic to soundproof the cave they're staying at unless they want soldiers walking in on reader getting bred 👀

after all that railing- reader would wake up sore as usual-though they'd find themselves clean and surprisingly not as sore as they usually would, right next to them is jeongin peacefully sleeping. (what happened is that after reader passed out from the fucking-jeongin used the last of his strength to use fox magic to clean and heal the reader's body, he didn't want them to be left defenseless and sore incase something happened, passing out soon after.)

reader would have to be strong and independent for a while 💅 the food supplies from the bag they brought would eventually run out so reader would have to go out and hunt-(jeongin placed protective charms around the cave and around a bit of it's area-but it renders ineffective if an outsider is aware of it)

while on the way back to the cave after hunting, reader accidentally runs into a soldier, reader would try to run but the soldier is too fast and eventually a fight between reader and soldiers ensues-reader would be forced to kill them with their axe-grimacing at the blood that splattered on them-reader moves fast and is forced to bring back both the dead animal they hunted and the dead soldier's body so he can cover up the tracks😭😭😭 (reader would make a small little hole near the cave and bury the soldier there, feeling guilty they had to kill....) after all that, reader would just cling to jeongin after eating, sighing as they mumble a small, "i love you..." as a small tear falls down, before sleeping 😔 (the story would probs go in a few ways after jeongin wakes up-its either him and reader stopping the war and going on to peacefully live their lives at the cabin or the just travel and run everywhere?)

AHH THAT'S HOT- i'd imagine this is the first time chan, reader and hyunjin would be sexual with one another 🤯 both subs would absolutely gawk at the sight of android hyunjins huge cock- (its at max size mode cause hyunjin would believe it'd be most effective at giving both the nutrients 😭) both would be gagging so much and the subs would be so hard in their pants as their mouths get violated-(cue gagging on hyunjin's cum as they try their best to swallow-)

that's such a good idea too-hyunjin developing his personality through sex- "why do you two enjoy getting spanked with my electric hands?" "why do you two always set my cock to the biggest mode?" "why do you two want me to call you names like slut?" "you are aware of my features that also allow me to bottom, yet you prefer me manhandling you?" and both reader and chan are just so embarrassed by the questions cause its making them question themselves 😭 (eventually i think hyunjin would develop into being called the 2 subs 'master'- it'd be super hot to have the android be the master of the 2 human sluts and hyunjin would enjoy having the power dynamic of it 🤧🤧🤧)

the guards would find it kind of hot but would kind of get tired of king felix's possessiveness 😭 they've seen king felix fuck the reader brutally in front of them one too many times, so they know by now not to approach you unless ordered by the king himself or reader themself approach them (reader would have permission from king felix to-do so cause he wouldn't want his lover to be miserable and not talking to anyone else at all in his castle 😭)

also maybe some impact play with tied up reader-i'd imagine king felix having lots of toys, or a scene where reader is tied up in a bent over position and felix would be spanking them with his belt making them count!?!?!? hot 😩

reader would be going to work with seungmin, limping almost everyday as seungmin just smiles about it (some intense morning and shower sex before work with the ceo and sugar daddy 🤧) reader would be wearing a vibrator to keep it all in and for seungmin to play around in, would probably make reader wear a jockstrap as well for easy access for both fucking and butt slapping purposes. (reader's co-workers are aware of the relationship between him, the ceo and the rich boss of the company they made deals with, no one is particularly against it but they kinda feel bad seeing reader limp around as they work hard like usual as the secretary 🤐🤐🤐)

seungmin would just be turning the vibrator to the max and then just turning it off for fun-(reader would eventually get used to it as it happens a lot during work but it never fails to make them cum) jeongin would visit during his lunch break, chatting a bit before dragging reader away to the restroom for a quickie in a stall-(maybe a quick threesome in seungmin's office too and definitely reader sucking off seungmin under the desk hehe 🤧🤧🤧)

Also also also! i've read the seungmin fic and wow is it hot 😩💫 not bad at all for months of not writing for sure! Seungmin being the needy and horny one like 🤧 their first time having sex and seungmin already has reader calling him sir-(and god, seungmin fisting the reader after fucking them hard with his cum as lube!?!?!?!? 🤐) i love that seungmin was so sweet after it though but the ending-(reader should really learn to appreciate life before seungmin acts out his fantasies, especially when he gets to the punishment and dirtier parts of said fantasies-😶) overall a pretty great fic!

(just to say real quick-i've been a silent reader of yours (and some others) for a while now and i've read posts about interactions about a writer's work makes writers happy so main motivation of sending thoughts here hehe-might as well make the most of the anon function 💕 )

continuation to this ask again cause divine amusement 🤧

a filo in abroad :0 lucky i wanna get out of here cuz its going down in here like its so goddamn hot and dont even get me started on the inflation 😭💀 also political wise—ermmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Anyways back to the topic at hand—

at this point, reader craves Jeongin's cums cuz like the amount of times he gets filled to the brim in a single day 🤐 like I defo feel like Jeongin checks on readers ass (like the pervy ass he is but perv! jeongin is defo one of my fav jeongin) like straights up fingers reader then be like "Hmm, its all gone—come, love- bent over the tree for me-" But after they find a cave to settle down, reader gets railed with the last of jeongin's energy as he casts the protective fox charms around the cave and the reader that will affect him as long as he stays within the cave's vicinity.

Next agenda is reader will have to gather food and firewood when the supply food they bought runs out cuz he needs to cook em— they'll be a scene where Jeongin is sleeping like a log where reader blows out the campfire at night and lays next to the fox— Jeongin's tails would subconsciously wrap themselves around reader protectively then reader would almost tear up a bit at that then good nights with I love yous aaa

Now to the part where reader vs soldier— Reader will put up a fight (cuz mama aint raising a pussy that for sure and jeongin would be proud af) So reader had to kill said guard, like split skull open type of kill with their trusty axe- Reader would drag the body back to the cave as well as some deer for dinner- Reader would probably curl up somewhere and wondering what theyve done (killing a person does take a toll outta someone) So while Jeongin still sleeping, reader is feeling immense guilt as he stares at the corpse. But I don't really think reader and Jeongin can end the war cuz its like a really huge war between opposing countries so their options include running far away enough or getting a safe hideout—

🤧🤧 hyunjin nutritious cum agenda? HAHSBSBA— but anyways I can just imagine Hyunjin looking at both of them in awe as he watches the sticky substance stick to their tongue and lips, like he couldn't help but reach out and finger the mouth of the one who isn't choking on his massive cock.

AND THE WAY READER WOULD ASK CHAN TO EXPLAIN IT CUZ CHAN IS BETTER WITH WORDS THAN THEM— 😭 it'll be both so funny and hot as Chan rides hyunjin's cock — he'd ask a question like that and Chan is left to answer as he already struggle against the android's cock- Hyunjin will slowly gain that master personality over time like— the possiblities is endless and the ship is too big anyway but i feel like lots of bondage will happen like both reader and chan tied up (this seems familiar ashjsj) and Hyunjin spanking them with a whip- Hyunjin would also try his best to find different ways to fuck them like installing new things like a bigger than the biggest mode cock-

King Felix has that exhibitionism and humiliation kink like-?! I believe the guards would literally have no choice cuz felix and reader fucks in the throne room at every chance they get-

Definitely see that like not only impact play with whips? He has so many toys and loves to test them out- i can see the nipple clamps and cock rings 🤐 being used on reader maybe a collar as well-

NO CUZ SEUNG WOULD DEFO MAKE READER WEAR A VIBRATOR DURING WORKING HOURS- and like Jeongin is a bit jealous since Seungmin and reader would be together for like 8 hours cuz work yk so Jeongin sometimes drop by to randomly bring reader to a room to fuck him saying shit like "you should come to my company as well- be my slut like how you are with seung-" maybe even fuck in Seung's office while Seung is in a meeting- Jeongin would leave a note for the CEO like "Fucked him here <3" Seungmin would laugh at that before calling reader after the meeting so that he could fuck him at the empty meeting room, crumpling all the left papers as he just pulls down reader's pants and uses Jeongin's remaining cum as lube-

AWWW Thank you so much! Also yeah- Seungmin puppy top agenda is spreading so thats why- Like literally a horndog at some point since a lot of people see seungmin as the innocent one out of the group knowing he probably hides the kinkiest side- (and yes the fisting scene was hard to write cuz I had to fit it into the fic at some part-) Aftercare with Seung>>> Defo love the sweet seung aftercare cuz ofc reader deserves it well- not until he decides to hit seungmin- And thank sm for the feedback :>

(That is very true- I love feedbacks at it gives me responses that not only help improve writing but also makes me want to write more so thank you :>)

aaa i answered this a bit late cuz im preparing for the new semester ;-;

[jobaaj]

🚨𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞🚨 👏👏👏 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬!! 🤔 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?

🚨 Social media is ablaze 🔥, with people calling out EY for its poor people policies.

😔 The uproar started when 26-year-old Anna Perayil tragically passed away due to 'overwork' 💼, and EY took no action!

Meanwhile, Deloitte has stepped up 🏆 by forming an independent committee to review its employee practices, policies, and processes! 👏

🧐𝐖𝐡𝐲? - To foster an open work environment. - Romal Shetty, CEO of Deloitte South Asia, expressed grief over the passing of CA Anna while highlighting the pressures of service-based roles. - He announced the setup of an independent committee of 3 big shots: Tarun Bajaj (ex-Revenue Secretary), Manoj Kohli (ex-CEO of Airtel), and Subodh Jaiswal (ex-CBI Director)!! - This committee will assess all internal mechanisms to support its employees and ensure proper handling of ethics complaints!! 😲𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲: - Deloitte is the only Big 4 company that employs a Chief Happiness Officer: Saraswathi Kasturirangan. - However, all Big 4 companies in India have grueling work hours. - A popular estimate suggests that the average Big 4 Indian employee works (on average) 60-120 hours per week!!! ❓𝚂̲𝚑̲𝚘̲𝚞̲𝚕̲𝚍̲ 𝚘̲𝚝̲𝚑̲𝚎̲𝚛̲ 𝚏̲𝚒̲𝚛̲𝚖̲𝚜̲ 𝚏̲𝚘̲𝚕̲𝚕̲𝚘̲𝚠̲ 𝙳̲𝚎̲𝚕̲𝚘̲𝚒̲𝚝̲𝚝̲𝚎̲’𝚜̲ 𝚎̲𝚡̲𝚊̲𝚖̲𝚙̲𝚕̲𝚎̲?? Follow Jobaaj Stories (the media arm of Jobaaj.com Group for more)

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[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

…Into the Core of Luumu ! 2001 Abstract / Experimental / IDM / Ambient

Closing out this shortened holiday week with something that, in a certain way, is exceedingly rare, but in another way, isn't actually that hard to find at all: the 2001 debut release from tiny Finnish label Luumu Recordings, …Into the Core of Luumu !, which only seven people on Discogs claim to own a physical CD copy of, but can be streamed and downloaded from the Internet Archive for free. Luumu has a very small catalog, but it seems that they were able to successfully raise their own profile during the early-to-mid-2000s with the use of an ancient, yet revolutionary social networking website called MySpace 💫.

Yet, even before independent and DiY musicians chose to build their brand online through MySpace, there was another website that a lot of them used too: mp3.com, a domain that was *finally* put to sleep just a few months ago, but in its heyday, operated as a proto-Bandcamp-or-Soundcloud, with artists able to post their own music to their own personal pages, and even as a proto-Spotify too, with artists being compensated based on their own download and play counts as well.

And I don't know exactly how Luumu landed on the artists that it ultimately chose for this album in particular, but from looking at each of their Discogs profiles, it seems that one thing that a whole lot of them had in common was that they released their own material on mp3.com at some point. So, if I had to guess, that's how Luumu ended up discovering them 🤔.

But folks, I'm not gonna sugarcoat anything here; I unfortunately did not really enjoy this album at all. This is mostly a mix of very abstract, experimental, and avantgardist electronic weirdness, with some dark ambient vibes thrown in and a little bit of IDM too. And the least strange parts are the IDM ones, but their fatal flaw, to me, is that they're actually lacking. So what we have here is something that, for my own personal taste, fails to reach a Goldilocks level of enjoyment—things are either way too [|<~{out there}~>|], or they're just somehow not actually interesting enough.

Perhaps Luumu's output improved after this, but their debut release is definitely not for me. It has a 4-out-of-5 average rating on Discogs—among literally only three people, though! 😅—so maybe some of you will enjoy it way more than I did.

I always love going through these relatively or just flat-out obscure late 90s/early 2000s comps from these bedroom label-type entities, because sometimes there really is a whole bunch of gold on them, but this time, I'm afraid there's just no juice in this lemon to savor 😔.

No highlights.

[aezuria]

uptown girl!

"she's been living in her uptown world, i bet she's never had a backstreet guy" —billy joel

content: mortal au!leo valdez x reader

╰┈▸ info: stuck-up reader (she gets character development later), cursing, reader is ~18, early 2000s core

notes: stella finally posted a fic !? (pls tell me if u enjoy i need validation 😔)

this has got to be the worst way to start summer ever. first, your morning was ruined by a bird shitting all over your car window—not a mess you had the time nor the patience to clean. then, on your way to pick up your friends for some much needed girl time, your car had the fun idea of breaking down. great. it left you on the side of the road, dialing up your father. which, when you think about it, really wasn't your fault! your precious ride just spontaneously combusted or something. nothing to do with the fact that you've crashed the front about seven times since january. after all, you'd gotten them fixed! it should be the mechanic's fault. or maybe, this car was cursed!

but of course, your dad just had to disagree. apparently it was his "last straw."

you winced away from the phone's speaker as his voice burst through. "you have been so ungrateful lately! when you asked for that car, i bought it for you! i looked over the fact that you don't even have your license yet! all i asked was for you to take care of your things!" he cried. from the tone of his voice, you could imagine the creases dug into his forehead. okay, now you felt bad. just a little.

before you could apologize, he finished with, "you just wait until i get there, young lady."

leave it to him to take away your guiltiness.

"dad!" you watched in horror as the truck towed your sleek red baby to god knows where. you turned your stricken expression on him, hoping to elicit at least a little bit of sympathy. but it seemed like his mind was made up on this one. dammit.

he crossed his arms sternly, putting his foot down. "let's go. we'll talk more in the house."

"-so you want to ship me away to some place crawling with bugs and creeps for the rest of the summer!?" you screeched along with the chair as its legs slid across the kitchen's tile floor.

your dad raised his hand in a placating gesture. "now, now, just until your car is fixed. it might not even be a whole month." he shrugged. yeah, real comforting. "and the city's a nice place. we lived there when you were young, remember?"

"no, i don't remember." you snapped. you did remember, but that brought on memories you'd rather not have right now.

he sucked in a breath. "alright then. it won't be so bad. we still have that apartment, and i got it cleaned up recently. it'll teach you some responsibility and independence." he nodded, satisfied with his decision.

you opened your mouth to snark at him again, but he continued, "and you won't be completely alone. there's a nice young man who will be fixing up your car, just down the street from the apartment building. i asked him to show you around when he has the time. and you'll have your phone, so make sure to call me, okay?" his strict behavior gave way to the soft spot you knew he had for you.

"...okay," you agreed reluctantly. once he really made up his mind about something, there was no changing it, so there was no use in arguing.

he smiled, patting your shoulder gently. "great. now pack your bags."

"be sure to buy groceries, and do the laundry, and clean every so often-" your father rambled on and on. if he was this worried, why wouldn't he just not go through with it? and why was he acting like you couldn't do basic chores!? it's not like you ever did them, but they couldn't be too hard, right?

"i get it dad." you rolled your eyes, staring out the car window. the buildings were all drab, painted in browns and grays, without a single bright color in sight, save for the red stop signs.

he pulled into an empty parking spot in front of the building. your insides recoiled. you swore it didn't look this... dilapidated all those years ago. or maybe you just had better taste now.

"we're here! looks like it's got a lot of.. character." he tried to cheer you up, but even you could tell he didn't think to check how it looked. it would've hurt too much to do so.

your lip scrunched in distaste. "i can't spend a single second in there."

"don't worry, it'll be over before you know it." with one last reassuring smile, he turned and left.

the apartment itself wasn't too bad, it was all cleaned up, just as your father had said. it smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, pillows fluffed and spritzed. your room was cold despite the warmth that came with summer. the pristine sheets were unfamiliar against your skin, as if you were tucked into a hotel bed. the sound of tire rolling against pavement never ceased, people had places to go, places to be even in the dead of night. a draft through your window made you shiver. you should close that in the morning. you curled in on yourself like you did when you were little, only this time there was only the unfeeling fabric to hold you, instead of the warm, long forgotten embrace no one could quite replicate.

you cringed at the shoddy place your phone had led you to, and looked up at the peeling paint sign that read: valdez mechanics. how charming. you even debated touching the rusty doorknob, but it swung open before you could turn it. which would be nice, if it didn't almost smack you in the face.

"watch it!" you hissed, side-stepping in time to see a boy your age walking through. his hair was a mess, and there were grease stains all over his face and clothes. his fingers were tap, tap, tapping away at his leg, to the rhythm of the song blaring inside. you think he'd be cute if he wasn't so dirty.

“sorry ‘bout that!” he laughed sheepishly. he stared at you for a moment too long before asking, “you here for the thunderbird?”

“yes,” you said shortly.

he chose to ignore your clipped tone, flashing you a smile. “come on in then, yeah?”

you followed him into the tiny shop, already wanting to leave. the place smelled of oil, and you could barely find a clean place to sit on. there were tools thrown everywhere, the floor sticky with dried up grease.

“i’m leo, by the way.” his voice snapped you out of your judging thoughts as he led you to the back. you finally saw your car, propped up with the hood open.

“y/n.” you barely glanced at him as you rushed over, examining the damage. “so? what’s wrong with her?”

he gestured with the wrench in his hand—when’d he get that?—and pointed to the engine. “well that’s all busted up, so i’m gonna have to build a new one for ya. i’ll do you an oil change too and-“

“yeah um, how long will it take?” you interrupted, giving him a smile you did not want to have on.

“i’d say three to five weeks? depends if i have any other stuff that comes in so…”

three to five weeks of your summer wasted away here? when you’re supposed to be having the best time of your life before college!?

“are you serious? can you get it done sooner? i can pay you some more-“ you reached into your purse.

“whoa!” he caught your wrist. his hands were clean now, must’ve wiped them on a rag. “money won’t make me work faster, honey.” he let go and shrugged. “sorry.”

honey? “well then what will? cause i need to leave as soon as-“

“some help, maybe?”

you blinked at him, utterly flabbergasted. “you want me to help you? the person who’s paying for all this?”

“technically, your father’s the one paying,” leo pointed out. “and y’know. you don’t have to help, of course. it just might make it go a bit quicker…” he trailed off, dimples poking through as he tried to hide a cheeky smile.

you huffed. “what do i have to do?”

”i am not sticking my hands in those.” you defied, shaking your head firmly.

leo scoffed, flapping the gloves around. “come on! this is the cleanest pair i have!”

"put this here?" you asked, shoving a part that you forgot the name of into an empty space.

"hm?" leo looked up from his fiddling, jaw dropping in horror. "no no no!"

"oh i know how to do this!" you exclaimed as he gave you a screwdriver. "my dad always said 'lefty loosey, righty tighty.'"

the boy nodded. "yeah! try it out." he pointed to a loose screw.

you successfully tightened it (to the right), giving him a proud smirk. "see?"

"yup." leo grinned at your enthusiasm, even though it was the most basic thing ever. "try and tighten the rest. i'll be right back."

a loud clatter made leo jump from across the repair shop. he rushed over to you, finding the parts that were supposed to be screwed together in complete disarray. "uh, maybe you shouldn't help..."

"really?" you deadpanned. "i hadn't noticed."

"sorry." he laughed. "scooch."

you pursed your lips. no one told you to "scooch" before. but you moved over anyway.

"wanna keep me company?" leo slid his gloves on and began putting the contraption back together.

no, you thought. but you didn't have anything better to do other than wander the city like a clueless idiot. and you hated looking like an idiot. "fine."

the shop was quiet, save for the occasional clanging as leo worked on the engine. his rambling was cut short as he focused on his work, something you didn't know he could do.

"nice car you got here. i've always wanted to drive one of these." he patted its side appreciatively. "where'd you buy this?"

scratch that. maybe he could only shut up in two minute increments.

"don't know. my dad bought it for me." you looked around, not even bothering to hide your boredom.

"right." leo laughed. you found he did that a lot. "must be nice."

your eyebrows knitted in confusion. "i guess?" what did he mean by that?

"i hate it here. it's so boring!" you complained over the phone. cooking dinner had been an absolute mess. “and that leo guy is so weird.”

"give him a chance, will you? he could show you around town, maybe teach you some manners…” you father muttered the last bit.

"what?"

"nothing! all i'm saying is give that boy a chance. who knows, he could be a great friend."

“‘great friend’ my… foot.”

[pinkfey]

evanura siona ara'na lavellan info dump :D special thank u to @taliaferros for giving me naming resources <3 (sorry if u get a notif rn i just saw a typo 😔)

okay so. ara'na is a whimsical lil necromancer and has an….. interesting relationship with death?? like damn girl u are strange and off-putting. she respects cycles and like,, collects bones. she finds death very natural and has a hard time grieving. unhinged nature girls love decay!!!

but speaking of grieving :) she has three older siblings!! the eldest, sileal (a mage like ara and first to the keeper), and a couple of twins, rosala and hallen (both archers)

long story short sileal was sent to the conclave at haven, not ara :) rip king 🪦 🙏

so ara was sent to retrieve his body and figure out what the fuck went on, which is how she ends up with the inquisition!! she learns responsibility and independence while there 😌

which isn’t to say she’s naive or anything of the sort!! she’s a bit of a dismissive know-it-all narcissist bc,, she may be a flittery daydreamy freak but girlie knows her shit!! her knowledge of necromancy and the natural world is unparalleled. she’s unafraid to challenge solas and they both go back and forth and call each other on things often. there’s no icky mentor/student dynamic, they’re on each other’s level.

her first week or so at haven she didn’t speak to ANYONE except pretty much the advisors. girls be sheltered and shy 🙈 or just anti establishment. she’s averse to the inquisition due to its andrastian ties and just wanted to keep to herself.

her only two expressions are unaware/lost-in-thought rbf and awestruck by the splendors of the universe fjdhshdjfj she’s just very odd and wispy?? i wish i had a better word for it 😔 just otherworldly !! flighty !! always moving her hands in strange ways and clumsily looking about her cupboards and softly snickering at what seems to be nothing. her default state is like,, her body is barely present and her mind just isn’t, until ofc she snaps to attention like when she debates w solas and such. it’s both endearing and disconcerting.

she’s a very empathetic and accepting person. however her relationship with solas post-trespasser is basically “i love him. i do love him dearly. i fucking hate him though. i do.”

since she exists simultaneously in my canon world state, corintha “retires” and leaves ara to lead the inquisition in search of solas because she believes those calls should be up to her. girls supporting girls 🤩

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

ME TOO!!! I hate leaving the house alone, it sucks, its boring and i feel vulnerable idk

can i do it? yes i can. but if i can get my bf to go out with me then its much better

we were fine and dandy untill his therapist called me dependent and told him to stop doing it ://

like... bestie, stop being so jealous that i have a +1 😕 (its a joke ok we're working on it)

Yes, leaving the house alone is horrible 😭

It isn’t that I can’t be independent and do things alone, I can and it’s not the worst thing in the world, but why would I do that if someone else could do it with me 😭

I just wanna be told what to do by a bossy bitch (*cough*Sangwoo*cough*) and not have to do anything alone 😔 is it a little codependent? Yes. Do I want it anyways? 😅😅

We’re working on it, but unlearning these things is very hard and I’ve always been shy and sheltered and always done things with my mom.

But alone? Especially in a store?? With people seeing me??? 🤢