#jesus christ why am i typing all this. who here cares

[dykedivorce]

if any other bitch in konoha had been gay apart from sasuke none of this would have happened to my son naruto.

[petersbaby]

Share Her - Eddie Munson x sweet/dumb!reader x stepbro!steve

Warnings: reader is naïve, stepcest, Steve and Eddie are both perverts, fingering, use of sir, cum talk, smut

A/N: I need to update my masterlist, it’s pretty far behind. But bleh, not tonight. Whenever I get back on my computer

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“Here you go.” You say, handing a cold can of beer to both boys who requested them. They weren’t doing much of anything besides watching TV in the basement, but you didn’t mind having to go all the way to the kitchen for them, you loved Steve and his friend was nice to you, so of course you’ll do something if they ask you to.

Steve frowns.

“What?” You ask, confused.

“This isn’t what I wanted. There are 2 different kinds in the fridge in there, bring me the other one. It’ll have a different label.”

You head back up the stairs, leaving your step brother and his best friend to themselves for a moment which they take advantage of.

“There’s no fucking way you’re not hitting that. Jesus Christ, I couldn’t live with her. I’d be hard 24 fucking 7.”

“I mean, yeah, eds i am but that’s not something we should say out loud.”

“YOU ARE?”

“Shut up, dude. Why do you care, you wanna piece of her?”

“Fuck yes. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

“Alright. I’ve got her wrapped around my finger, I’ll make sure you get some. Not without me, though, because she’s attached to me.”

“Fuck it, whatever makes her comfortable. Those goddamn shorts.”

“Yeah, I know. Sometimes I’m convinced she knows what she’s doing. LOVES attention.”

Their voices fell silent when you come back down. Steve pats the seat next to him, and you sit. They take the new beers and crack them open, sipping (rather loudly, you think) them.

You sit down beside Steve.

“Baby, come here.” Steve says, opening his arms. He exchanges looks with Eddie who sits on the other side of the couch.

“Okay.”

You climb on top of him, into his lap, settling down.

He pulls your face closer to his and kisses you deeply. You indulge for a moment, but pull away. You nod towards Eddie and give Steve an expression like ‘we’re not alone’.’

“It’s okay, Eddie over here doesn’t mind. Do ya, eds?”

“N- no, not at all.”

“Take your shirt off, okay?” Steve asks.

You nod, pulling in off of your body. Eddie takes in your mostly bare form.

“Bra too.”

You reach behind your back to unclasp it and let it fall off your shoulders.

“Jesus Christ.” You hear from a short distance away. Eddie was painfully hard from seeing your bare chest and torso, trying to inconspicuously rub himself through his jeans. He sits and watches as you and Steve kiss, the way you straddle his thigh and start to hump it.

“You wanna do something for me?” Steve asks you quietly. You nod. Of course you do.

“Go give some love to my friend over here, okay? He thinks you’re beautiful.”

You smile. “Oh, okay.” And crawl over to Eddie.

“Kiss?” You ask, head tilted, wanting to hear he wanted it from his own mouth.

“Mhm.” He hums, and you lean in. He was shocked at how intense you were, no softness to your kiss, depraved.

Steve chuckles. “There ya go, baby.”

You soon had your tongue deep in his mouth, trying to work with his. Eddie grabs your hips, snaking them around back so he could take two handfuls of your ass.

“Mmh,” you whimpered when he pushed you down against his erection.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks into the kiss.

“Yes….” You trail off, pausing, looking around and then at steve. He reads your mind easily.

“Oh, she wants to know what to call you. ‘Daddy’, ‘sir’, that type of thing.” Steve offers.

You turn back to Eddie and look at him, waiting.

“Jesus Christ. You are so good, aren’t you? How about you pick?” Eddie asks.

“Sir.” You whisper.

“Sounds good to me.” He smiles, almost wickedly.

You reach down to start fussing with his belt buckle, struggling. He gently swats your hands away and undoes it himself. You get off of him momentarily so he can push his jeans and boxers down his legs, and you take off your pajama shorts. In the meantime, you look over.

“Stevie?”

“Yeah?”

“Come closer. Please.”

“Alright, princess.”

He scoots over to sit right next to Eddie after you crawl back into his lap.

Eddie reaches between your legs in search of a damp spot on your panties which he found quickly.

“Holy shit.” He comments, immediately pushing them to the side and slipping a finger into you.

“Right? Like a goddamn water park.” Steve comments back.

He lays back at watches his friend’s finger disappear inside your soaked pussy over and over. You start to slightly move up and down, trying to get more from the measly finger but failing.

Eddie notices, and gives you a second one, curling it deep inside you. Your mouth falls open, lips parted. You look at Steve as your eyebrows furrow in pleasure, wanting him to still pay attention to you.

“Kiss, stevie?” You ask between sighs and small moans coming from the way Eddie’s working you with his fingers. Steve leans in and you press your lips against his, kissing him sweetly and putting a hand on the side of his face. Despite the lewd situation, it was a soft little kiss. Just one as if to say ‘I love you’ without words.

“Ah, feels so good,” you pant.

“Good. That’s all Eddie here wants, to make you feel good.”

“Really?” You ask, turning to Eddie, who’s staring at your tits. Steve punches him in the shoulder.

“What? Oh, yeah, really. You think you can take my cock?”

“Yes sir.”

You get up to slip your panties off quickly, returning to your spot. You put one hand on Steve’s shoulder just to know he’s there, and one on Eddie’s chest, and you sink down onto his cock. It’s big, and it hurts enough to make you gasp, but not enough to stop. You feel the stretch and you know he feels it too.

“Ahhhh, shit. Oh, holy shit, baby.”

“Am I good?”

“So good. The best. This little pussy feels like it was made for me, fits like a glove.”

You start to move a little, getting used to the full feeling, and build up momentum slowly. You ball up a fistful of Steve’s t shirt in your hand and hold it as you start riding Eddie.

Now bouncing up and down, you mewl and cry, whining about how big it is. This only makes it more unbearable for him, desperately wanting to cum right that second. He continues to watch your tits bounce up and down, as did Steve. He looked so proud.

Eventually, you started to slow, growing tired. Eddie takes over, fucking up into you while you just hover. He hits your special spot over and over again, leaving you so overwhelmed you were almost crying real tears. That’s only intensified when he brings his thumb down to rub quick circles on your clit while he fucks you, and it only takes a minute.

“Oh, Eddie, I need to- please, sir.” You cry.

Eddie doesn’t immediately respond.

“She wants permission, eds. Won’t cum without it.” Steve reminds him.

“Yes, yes baby you can cum. Come on.”

“Oh, hold my hand, stevie.”

Your hand finds his and you lock your fingers together. When you tumble over the edge, you squeeze Steve’s hand tight.

“There you go, good girl.” He coos, comforting you through it.

“God- it got even tighter. Can’t fuckin’- ahh.”

Eddie pulls out of you very suddenly, giving his cock a couple of quick strokes before cumming all over your lower stomach and his hand. It kept on coming, he had so much built up just for you.

You marveled at the way it felt so warm and wet on your skin and the way it made his hand so sticky and shiny. You let go of Steve’s hand, and he gets up to go to another room. He re-emerges quickly with a towel, tossing it to Eddie who cleans you off first.

When you’re dry, you get out of his lap, and jump back into your little shorts and throw your shirt back on, cuddling into Steve who had sat back down in his original place on the other side of the couch. He pets your hair while you catch your breath, reassuring and praising you.

“You did so good for my friend, princess. That was very nice of you. Sharing for me.”

“Thank you.” You snuggle into his chest.

On the opposite side, Eddie was struggling. It had gotten in more places than just his fist, his legs too.

“Uhh, shit. Can I take a shower, dude? I think that’d be easier.”

“Yeah, you know where it is.” Steve nods.

“You sleepy?” He asks you, once you’re alone again.

“Mm. A little.”

“Let’s get you to bed then, and you can rest.”

You look up at him, sad. You didn’t want to be detached from his side but you also knew he was hanging out with someone already. He notices you thinking and pouting.

“You wanna know a secret?” He whispers, picking you up.

“Of course I do, stevie.” You answer softly.

“I’ll see you again. I might have to sneak off to your bedroom once Eddie falls asleep, might need you to take care of me.”

“Ooh. Okay. I’ll wait for you.”

“No no, just go to sleep. It’ll be late, you’ll wake up when you hear me come in. And I’ll just slip right into your bed with you.”

“Okay.” You nod. He eventually gets you all the way upstairs to your room even though you could walk just fine, setting you down and pressing a wet kiss to your forehead. You smile and blush, watching him as he walks away, flipping the light off before closing your door.

[mrsstarkey1]

don't go breakin' my heart - rafe cameron

SUMMARY: everyone says that your relationship with rafe is bound to end in heartbreak, but what do they know?

WORD COUNT: 0.8k

WARNINGS: none

a/n: check out my most recent rafe fic !

You knew what dating Rafe Cameron would entail from the very beginning.

You knew you'd have to deal with every girl in the OBX shooting you dirty looks fueled by jealousy. You knew you'd have to deal with all of Rafe's friends rude and immature comments. You knew you'd have to deal with all of your own friends saying it would never work out. But you never could have imagined that it would annoy you this much.

"Where are you going, y/n?" JJ asked you, accusatory tone suggesting he knew exactly where you were going.

You gathered your things off of the boat hastily, not wanting to have this conversation again. "Gotta meet Rafe," you said simply, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

None of your friends even tried to hide their dissatisfaction with your answer, all immediately mumbling something along the lines of, "seriously, y/n?"

You rolled your eyes, "guys, I've been seeing Rafe for months now, when are you gonna give it a rest?"

"Hmm, never probably?" JJ spoke first, looking around at everyone else for an agreement, all of them nodding in sync.

Sarah stood up, putting her hands on your shoulders, "y/n, we know we can't tell you what to do. I, for one, am just worried, okay? I know my brother, and he's not a relationship type of guy. I just don't want him to break your heart, that’s all,” she said thoughtfully, and you knew she was just looking out for you.

You gave her a small half smile, "I understand, somewhat, why you're worried-" you paused to gesture to everyone else, "-why you're all worried. But who I date is my decision. And believe it or not, you guys don't know Rafe nearly as well as you think you do.”

Glances were exchanged between your friends, but no more protests came from them. You smiled in satisfaction, taking the win where you could, “see you guys later.”

You absolutely hated how your friends constantly doubted your relationship with Rafe, but what you hated even more was that you actually let it get to you. It wasn’t that you believed them, not even one bit. But it was frustrating how the best relationship you’ve ever been in wasn’t accepted by your closest friends.

You walked into Tannyhill after a moment on the porch, trying to push all the negative thoughts about your relationship out of your head.

“Rafe?” you called out, looking around the house.

“Right here, baby,” a familiar voice whispered into your ear, making you jump.

You turned quickly, “Jesus Christ, don’t do that,” you breathed out, hand over your now pounding heart.

Rafe let out a laugh at your reaction, arms wrapping around your waist. “Sorry, saw an opportunity,” he mumbled with a smirk.

You shook your head with an involuntary chuckle, before letting your expression fall back to your previously annoyed one. You walked a couple steps to the couch, falling back on it dramatically.

“What’s going on? You have that look on your face,” Rafe said, sitting down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“What look?” you asked with fake confusion, tilting your head to the side to look at him.

“The look that makes me a little scared of you,” Rafe only half joked. “Seriously what’s up, baby?”

“I’m annoyed,” you said simply with a long sigh.

Rafe raised his eyebrow, “well, I gathered that much. Care to share more?”

You let your lips twitch into a small smile at his concern. “Everyone keeps telling me that we’re never gonna work out; that you’re just end up hurting me and leave,” you said with an exasperated sigh. Rafe’s expression fell into a frown at your words. “I don’t believe them, obviously,” you added quickly, shifting your body so you were looking straight at him. “It’s just so annoying.”

“They have no idea what they’re talking about,” Rafe said with an aggravated shake of his head. His hands found the sides of your face, holding your gaze. “I would never leave you, y/n. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you,” he said with a small smile, “so much.”

You smiled, heart fluttering at his words. You never had any real doubts about Rafe’s love for you, but it was nice to have the reassurance.

“You better,” you muttered, swinging your leg over him, sitting yourself on his lap. “Don’t you go breakin’ my heart, Rafe Cameron,” you joked with a small smirk.

Rafe grabbed you by your hips, tilting his head to bring his lips within an inch of yours, “I wouldn’t dream of it, y/n y/l/n.”

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[sansaorgana]

It's not caused by any recent situation, I've been thinking about it for a long time now but I have some things to say about fic writing.

Being a fic writer in a fandom might be the most ungrateful "job" in the community. I have lots of gif maker friends and I make mediocre gifs myself so I will compare these two a lot but I want to make it clear I don't want to say fic writers are more important or suffer more or anything like that because I value gif makers more than you can imagine.

– First of all, the whole cringe status around fic writing – especially x reader fanfics – is awful. I often see posts that whine about the fact that these fics even exist. People don't think twice, they just hit "post" and in result they are shaming other people for having innocent and creative hobbies. We spend real time of our real lives writing fics we love for ourselves but also for other people's enjoyment. For free. I really don't want to see posts about how cringe and silly fic writers are just because someone thinks they're superior in a fandom. It's a fucking Tumblr. Also, would you say the same about a person drawing fan art? I don't think so.

– I know there are some gifsets that take literally weeks to make but in most cases fic writing takes more time to create and at the same time it takes more time to consume. It's easy to hit a like or a reblog button under a gifset that you consumed in under a minute just like it's easy to ignore a fanfic because consuming it would take you more time. It's understandable but at the same time, if you read fanfics, reblog them at least. Leave some sort of feedback. Even one word or a reaction image. It really means a lot... And, once again, the lack of reblogs bothers gif makers as well, but I think in the case of fic writing it's mostly caused because y'all ashamed of admitting that you read these fics. Like who the fuck cares? It's not Facebook, no one here knows who you really are, who the fuck cares?

– Speaking of reactions under fics. Being like "Part Two" is considered to be extremely rude. We are not AI bots and we certainly won't force ourselves to write a second part because you demanded it without even commenting on the work itself or hitting a reblog button. If "Part Two" is all you have to say, then it's better to stay quiet.

– Also, readers who comment rudely under fics written for free like ??? So what he's out of character? So what he's a sad little meow meow in the movie but a ray of sunshine in this fic? You are not being forced to read it and there's a whole community of people preferring fluff to angst. If some fic is not your type, just ignore it. I guarantee you, there are other fics that are your type and if there are not, you're welcome to start writing yourself. I've also seen people starting dramas about some details in the smut fics. Like Jesus fucking Christ... Go touch some grass.

– What hurts the most is the prejudice from other content makers. I've seen some posts hating on/mocking fic writers that are coming from gif makers themselves. We're all on the same boat, we create fan art for the media we love. Why do we have to bring each other down? I am aware of the problem of gif stealing in the fic writing community but it mostly is caused by the fact these people don't know how to properly credit gifs with the gif tool. Believe me, most of the fic writers have a huge respect for the gif makers and I wish it went the other way around as well, even if you don't read fanfics, you don't have to be rude about people who do.

– Fan fiction writers are not desperate ugly teenagers locked in their parents' basement. Some of them are mothers, some of them have PhDs, some of them are doctors, some of them are just simple people who want to relax after a stressful day. The same things y'all be thinking of fic writers can be said about any content maker on this site because they also spend hours in front of a computer making fan arts or gifs of their favorite characters.

[tonberry-yoda]

Forgetful - Blitzo

Pairing - Blitzo x gn!reader

Warnings - Blitzo being the pervy lil guy he is :)

Word Count - 1,135

Notes - okay, i know i haven't posted my writing in a while with it not being a request and tbh this is kinda awesome, it makes me feel kinda refreshed ngl. i am getting to my requests, but i have been busy as hecc. anyway, love you all! hope you have a great day/night and stay hydrated my loves!!! <333 (omg this fella is so cute)

“Good morning Loona! Good morning Moxxie and Millie! Good morning… sir.” You walked in and handed everyone their lunch, giving Blitzo a cold side eye as you handed him his lunch.

“Good morning! Good to see you too, sugar!”

“Mmm…. hm…” You kept looking at him with a sideways glance as you left the room, closing the door slowly.

“Wonder what their problem is.” Blitzo’s words were muffled from the sandwich stuffed in his mouth and everyone turned to stare at him at once.

“Your… joking… right?” Moxxie’s eye twitched looking at his boss.

“Oh, Jesus Christ, what are you going on about, Moxxie?”

“No disrespect, but is your memory that bad, sir?”

Blitzo turned to Moxxie, completely offended. “What?!”

Moxxie pinched the bridge of his nose while Millie rubbed his back, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. “Sir… yesterday you-”

“Is this about me pinching their butt when they went to leave?!” Blitzo stood up, slamming his hands on the table. “Because that’s bull! They were the one who walked in here with their cute little booty out!”

“Sir! That doesn't mean you have the right to pinch their… uh… YOU KNOW!”

“God, you’re all so sensitive,” Blitzo pinched the bridge of his nose and turned towards the white board, which had nothing of importance on it. “Can we get back to work now? I have a business to run.”

“Blitzo,” you stuck your head in the room, holding a phone away from your ear. “There’s a phone call for you.”

“Who is it? We’re a little busy right now.” He put the finishing touches on a pony he began drawing on the whiteboard.

“It’s Stolas.”

Blitzo nearly choked on a piece of his sandwich and turned to you. “Tell him I'm busy. Like super busy. What does he want?”

“It's about the book.”

“Just… tell him I'll call him back, okay? I… don't want to talk to him right now.” Blitzo’s face turned bright red and he set down the marker, turning to everyone else for at least some support.

“I'll just tell him that you’re in an important meeting that will last all day.” You turned away, closing the door behind you. “Sorry Stolas, Blitzo’s super busy right now. Expect a phone call either after hours or tomorrow morning, alright? Okay. Have a great day. Yeah, you too. Buh-bye.”

Blitzo knew he was blushing, but of course he wouldn't admit that. He had that intern to thank for everything.

“Hey.” Blitzo stuck his head out of the door and threw a chocolate bar straight at you.

You caught the candy and looked down at your hands, tilting your head. “What’s this for?”

“Helping me. And let me treat you to lunch, okay?”

“Uh… okay?”

“Oh, don't sound all skeptical. I'm serious. You’re the best!” He slammed the door behind him, not caring about his blushing face.

You stood there in shock with the candy bar still in your hand. Maybe that stupid boss did have some etiquette.

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“So, are we gonna forget about yesterday?” You slid your hand into Blitzo’s as you walked to go get some lunch.

“What, about me pinching your ass?”

“What? No. You do that all the time.”

“Then… uh… what?” You squeezed his hand and he couldn't help but feel his face go warm.

“It’s really nothing. I'm not that pissed about it or anything… it uh… it was our one year… yesterday. AGAIN, NOT A BIG DEAL… I just… got a little butthurt. But nothing too insane. I'm not mad and I don't want to seem like that type of-”

“Shit! Are you serious?!”

“Y-Yes.”

“Dammit! I thought our one year was today! That’s why I'm taking you out to get some nice lunch. Dammit!”

You giggled and cupped his face. “You don't have to play around, Blitzo. I don't care that you forgot about it. Again, it's not a big de-”

Blitzo pulled out his pocket calendar, shoving it in your face. You saw today’s date with a heart around it saying, ‘one year anniversary with my love <3’. You giggled and pulled out your own pocket calendar and Blitzo found the day before’s date with a big heart around it saying, ‘one year with my Blitzy-poo <3’.

“Well,” Blitzo grabbed your hand and continued walking. “It's either one of us fucked up or we’re both way off.”

You giggled and held him close, giving him little kisses on his cheeks and his neck. “Let’s just have a two day anniversary. I think it would be way more fun than just one boring day.”

Blitzo giggled, melting to your touch. “Y-Yeah. We should.” He couldn't help his heart shaped eyes around you.

“Well, since today’s technically our anniversary now, Blitzo, I got you something.”

“You got me something? Y-You didn't have to get me anyth-”

You pulled a small present out of your bag and handed it to him, his shiny eyes getting dilated.

“You got me wrapping paper?” He sounded like an excited child.

“No dummy,” you giggled. “Open the wrapping paper.”

“I'm not that dumb! I'm just excited that I get to rip open some wrapping paper. I haven't done this in ages.” Blitzo quickly ripped open his present and pulled out a little business card and a photo of a billboard.

“Uh… what’s this?”

You smiled a stupid giddy smile and bobbed on your heels. “What do you think it is?”

Blitzo shrugged and grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you back and forth. “No secrets! Tell me! I wanna know!”

“Okay, okay! Stop shaking me, bub!” Blitzo stopped shaking you and looked you dead in the eyes.

“Tell me.”

“I got us business cards, that’s what that is… and uh… I got us a billboard downtown… so more people can see it. You wanted more ads for our company, so I worked really hard these past couple of months and mmf-”

Blitzo quickly pulled you forward, slamming his lips against yours. He ran his fingers over your hips and dipped you down, pressing harder against you. You sighed into the kiss, getting more comfortable and he pulled away with a bright smile. “I can't believe you.”

“You can't believe me?”

“Nope.”

“Do you like it?”

Blitzo teared up, even though he told himself he wouldn't. “I… I love it.” He pressed his forehead to yours and placed a little kiss on your lips. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Yeah.”

He giggled and pulled you up, grabbing your hand. “I knew you were gonna say that.”

You threw your arms around the back of his neck and played with the collar of his shirt. “I love you Blitzo.”

“Oh, god, why did you have to say it with the o.”

You chuckled and pulled him down the street to go grab some lunch.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

wip wednesday sketch dump

tagged by: @ivymarquis @josephseedismyfather @cassietrn @direwombat @finding-comfort-in-rain @cloudofbutterflies92 @kyber-infinitygems @josephslittledeputy (and likely others, I have been very absent as of late...sorry)

okay, so uh clearly the art won for that poll (heh, always knew the cod fic was just for me... anyhoo) here's the sketchy sketches for oc kiss week. They are very, VERY rough still so please forgive

I won't run with the usual tag list but if you see this feel free to consider yourself tagged

(Top: Kit and @dickytwister oc Elliot Fletcher, Kit and @statichvm oc Katherine O'Neill Middle: Rory and @statichvm oc Lily Watt, Rory and @direwombat oc Saoirse Monaghan Bottom: Kit and @theelderhazelnut oc Ombra, Kit and @florbelles oc Lyra Fairbanks)

*I still have a few more sketches to get done, so if you were in my replies asking for some art, its on the way*

going to tag @strangefable @isobel-thorm and @direwombat for the cod stuff since y'all were kind enough to indulge me in a little scene I wrote for chapter 11 (even if I'm still supposed to be working on chapter 9 lol)

“You were jealous, weren't you?”

“Of course I was bloody jealous, Rory. Look at you, can you really blame me? I've been with my fair share of women, but Jesus, none of them can hold a match to you, my girl.”

“Your girl?”

“Listen, I've been trying my damnedest to keep my composure here. You think I went into this expecting to have this happen with my subordinate? It's rule number one and I'm here breaking it for you.” He sighed. “I had to listen to you in my fuckin’ ear, Rory. It was a goddamn nightmare.”

“And so what, you want to have that be the foundation for a relationship? The fact that I nearly died and you had to pull me out of there? That’s the foot you want to start on? It’s like I said last night, this is a dangerous game to be playing and I am not worth the trouble. I’m not worth your career.”

“And why’s that, eh?”

“I’m a fucking mess, that’s why. I’ve got nightmares, anxiety attacks, tremors, flashbacks. I’m in no place to start anything with anyone. And certainly not with someone who’s life could be upended because of me.”

“I don’t care.” He shrugged and gave a slight thrust of his pelvis as he crossed his arms over his chest. Obstinate, pigheaded right to the bitter end, refusing to back down from anything. This was Captain John Price type behavior through and through. 

“What do you mean ‘you don’t care’?”

“You think all that’s gonna keep me away from you?”

“Well it should.”

“Why?” He lowered his head, looking up at her through his brow. Constantly challenging her. 

“Trust me, after several nights of no sleep from me waking up with nightmares, you’ll understand.”

His eyes narrowed for a brief moment, the crows feet by his eyes creasing. “Someone else left you ‘cause o’that?”

Rory grimaced and bit down on her molars. Her eyes fell to the floor as she turned her head away from him. She didn’t have to say anything, her body language gave it all away.

Price’s face darkened at her reaction. If it was up to him he’d hunt down whoever it was and teach them a lesson, but that isn’t what she would want to hear.  “Christ, don’t tell me someone actually did that?”

“Of course someone did that, John. Most people who see that side of me either think of me like I’m holding on by a goddamn thread or I'm just another broken soldier. And if it's not that, it's the whole horde of other shit in my head.” She rubbed at her brow. “People don’t want to fall in love with someone like me. It’s too hard to do.”

“Well, lucky for you I’m a bit of a stubborn bastard. I’m willin’ to put in the hard work. I can be goddamn relentless when need be.”

Rory scoffed, “I’d expect nothing less from you.”

He gave her a little crooked grin and stepped forward, cupping her face in his large hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks softly. “I’m only gonna tell you this once, darlin’.” He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. “I don’t care about how much trouble you might be, you hear me? I have to have you, Rory. I need you to be mine, yeah? Simple as.”

It was her turn to ask the question. “Why?”

“Because if there’s anyone who’s going to understand what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, it's me. I wanna protect you. I wanna make sure somethin’ like this never happens again. I can’t even take the thought of you bein’ with someone else besides me.”

“I’m not willing to take the risk.”

He nodded his head slightly. “Well, I’m patient. Persistent. I can wait as long as I have to.”

“Fucking hell. You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Not after what I saw last night.”

[toadprose]

An Exchange of Endearments;

The one where a stolen phone united two people who were destined to meet. A story told through text messages.

☎ w.c: 3,1k

☎ pairing: ghost x soap // simon riley x john mactavish

☎ rating: pg

☎ archive of our own: link here

☎ genre: silliness, humor, fluff

☎ warnings: mention of an inappropriate app but only by name

☎ author's note: hello :) i wanted to experiment with writing a story in a different format. it's mainly just silly. there's only 3 chapters rn. i'm testing out different ways to end this fic but there will definitely be more chapters to come. thank you for reading! ALSO!! the plan was to have tho WHOLE fic like those imessage screenshots but they take too long to make and i am lazy so pls just use ur imagination

Soap: dumbass. how many times u gonna drop ur phone at exfil? this is the last time i’m saving ur new number, gaz. venmo me $6 for the tea or i’ll give it to that hot dog cart guy.

???: ?

???: Wrong number.

Soap: fuck. sorry, lad.

Soap: wait. this is gaz’s number. what the hell?

Soap: how did u get this phone

???: I stole it from a drunk guy in a bathroom.

Soap: …

Soap: what the fuck, man?

???: I think he left his phone there.

???: And I need one.

???: This works out fine.

Soap: where tf r u, i wanna yell at u

Soap: and ask if u want any help getting back home. were u drinkin too?

???: Why would I tell a complete stranger where I am?

Soap: fair enough.

???: Why do you care about the well-being of me, a phone thief?

Soap: im a big brother. always looking out for the little guys. even when theyre stealing phones.

???: I am not little. 

Soap: ok then, big guy.

Soap: i know we just met and all, but maybe take ur new phone and get somewhere safe tonight. dont sleep on a park bench. or a strangers bed.

???: Who do you think I am, a hobo? I have a very nice home.

Soap: then why tf did u steal a phone in the first place?

???: Because I wanted one.

???: I did not have any money on me.

Soap: well now u do, so buy a fucking phone, mate.

???: But this one works fine.

Soap: and im not sure that the owner agrees with u

???: He will live.

Soap: not the point.

???: If he can afford this type of phone, he can afford another one.

Soap: not my argument

???: Are you saying I should buy my own phone?

Soap: yeah. thats literally what im saying.

???: But why, when this one is free.

Soap: jesus christ

???: And you can Venmo me the money instead.

Soap: ill venmo u my foot up ur arse.

???: I will pay you back.

???: You do not have to be mean.

Soap: how did u make me a dick in this conversation. i was trying to help.

???: Well, I still have the phone.

Soap: yea. but at what cost.

Soap: u got a name, phone thief?

???: Ghost.

Soap: is that ur name or are u hiding.

Ghost: Yes.

Soap: ok im calling the cops

Ghost: Please do not.

Ghost: I can explain.

Ghost: I can be normal.

Soap: not what i asked.

Soap: im joking. im not a cop.

Soap: but seriously, ghost. what the hell are u doing?

Ghost: Living.

Soap: not a lot of living happening in the bathroom of a bar, lad.

Ghost: I needed a new phone.

Ghost: And the bathroom was very clean.

Soap: thats it. im gonna go find u.

Soap: if u wont listen to reason then at least give me ur location.

Ghost: I would prefer if you didn't.

Ghost: I don't really enjoy meeting new people.

Soap: ur stuck with me now. i wanna meet the man who stole my mate's phone in a public restroom.

Ghost: Please, don't.

Soap: too late, i got u in find friends.

Ghost: WHAT

Ghost: WHY

Ghost: HOW

Ghost: WHEN

Ghost: DO NOT

Soap: relax, im joking. 

Ghost: This is not funny.

Soap: a lil bit funny.

Ghost: Fuck you.

Ghost: Do not text this number again.

Soap: too bad.

Soap: this is my new favorite thing.

Ghost: This is not an entertainment device.

Soap: u made it into one when u took the phone.

Ghost: I should have stolen your phone.

Soap: yea. u prolly should have.

Soap: maybe u still can.

Ghost: No, thank you.

Soap: im so glad to hear ur manners kicked in at the end there.

Soap: i feel better knowing ur not a total dick.

Ghost: That's not what my mom tells me.

Soap: oh god.

Ghost: Sorry.

Ghost: I didn't mean to send that.

Ghost: It was a joke.

Ghost: A bad one.

Ghost: I will never send another inappropriate message.

Ghost: Please stop laughing.

Soap: i cant

Soap: my face hurts

Soap: ur so awkward

Soap: im dying

Ghost: Thank you for your feedback.

Ghost: Now please stop messaging me.

Soap: hey. gaz is rlly sad about his stolen phone. give it back. 

Ghost: What is a gaz?

Soap: the drunk guy u stole the phone from a few days ago.

Ghost: That seems like his problem.

Soap: yeah. but if u give him the phone back, he might let me play with his new sniper rifle. 

Ghost: Interesting.

Soap: he also has a big bag of jelly beans.

Ghost: I have his phone.

Soap: u wanna come over and trade it for the jelly beans?

Ghost: No.

Soap: :(

Ghost: Maybe.

Soap: yes!!

Ghost: You can have the phone.

Ghost: But only if you take a picture of him holding the jelly beans and send it to me.

Soap: that sounds easy enough.

Soap: do u like black liquorice?

Ghost: No.

Soap: good.

Ghost: ?

Soap: hey

Ghost: This is not Gaz's number.

Soap: i know. it’s urs and we’re friends now

Ghost: No, we aren't.

Soap: yes, we are.

Soap: if ur not gonna give the phone back, at least tell me a name i can put in the contact for this number

Ghost: No. 

Soap: just gimme a name. or i'll make one up for u

Ghost: Do not.

Soap: u know what, i think u look like a jack

Ghost: You don't even know what I look like.

Soap: no, but that doesn't matter

Soap: i think i have an idea

Soap: and a friend named jack. it would be hilarious

Ghost: Please, no.

Soap: too late. jack it is

Jack: I don't want to be called that.

Soap: it's a nice name

Jack: You don't even know if I'm a guy.

Soap: are u

Jack: That's not the point.

Jack: It doesn't matter.

Soap: then what's ur name

Jack: If I give you a name, will you leave me alone?

Soap: yeah

Jack: Okay.

Jack: Call me Toad.

Soap: toad???

Soap: ok

Toad: Okay?

Soap: i'm not gonna call u that

Toad: Then why did you say you would?

Soap: why did u say u would give the phone back and then not give it back?

Toad: Fine.

Soap: fine

Toad: Good.

Soap: good!

Soap: hey toad

Toad: Oh my god.

Soap: how are u

Toad: I hate everything.

Soap: what a coincidence. so do i

Toad: How wonderful for us.

Soap: yeah it is.

Soap: u want to hear about the mission i just got back from?

Toad: It’s Ghost, not Toad. And I literally couldn't care less.

Soap: well that's rude. it was very exciting

Ghost: Are you military?

Soap: u know i could have asked for the phone back a long time ago. but i'm not. i'm just a good samaritan who wanted to make sure u got home safe

Ghost: That was a lot of words.

Soap: i had a lot to say

Ghost: Are you always like this?

Soap: yes. anyway, i am military. sort of. i like making stuff explode.

Ghost: What's your rank?

Soap: sergeant. i'm pretty cool.

Ghost: Cooler than most sergeants?

Soap: probably

Soap: but i still wouldn't tell gaz i said that

Ghost: Who is Gaz again?

Soap: i already told u

Ghost: It's been a while. I forgot.

Soap: that's the same as saying u care. i know u care.

Ghost: I don't.

Soap: ok, u dont care.

Ghost: I don't.

Soap: so if i texted u at 3 am to say my roommate accidentally lit my bed on fire, u wouldn't care?

Ghost: That's different.

Ghost: If you're really in the military, you should be able to deal with it.

Soap: wow.

Soap: ur kind of a dick

Ghost: You don't even know me.

Ghost: Besides, I'm not a dick. I'm a ghost.

Soap: lol

Soap: did u just make a joke?

Ghost: I suppose I did.

Soap: nice. maybe i'll forgive u

Ghost: For what?

Soap: stealing a phone

Ghost: Stealing a phone that I found on a public bathroom sink.

Ghost: The same phone that is currently being used to annoy the hell out of me.

Soap: karma is a bitch

Ghost: Is it?

Ghost: Or are you a bitch?

Ghost: maybe both.

Ghost: Sounds like it.

Soap: i'm gonna text u every day.

Ghost: I don't even know your name.

Soap: john mactavish. they call me soap tho.

Ghost: Soap.

Soap: yea

Ghost: Your name is John, and people call you Soap. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

Soap: i've heard worse

Ghost: I believe it.

Ghost: How the hell do you get Soap from John, though?

Soap: u could just call me john

Ghost: I will never call you John.

Soap: k

Ghost: Ever.

Soap: nice talk.

Ghost: Don't text me anymore.

Soap: they call me soap bc i clean up real nice

Ghost: I thought we agreed you wouldn't text me.

Soap: oh did we? i don't remember that

Ghost: I hate you.

Soap: <3

Ghost: Was that an emoji? Never do that again.

Soap: but rlly. the reason i'm called soap is bc i set some kind of record time clearing a warehouse in basic and it just kind of stuck

Ghost: Why are you telling me this?

Soap: to help u sleep at night

Ghost: It will not.

Soap: what kind of name is ghost anyway?

Ghost: Not important.

Soap: i've seen some of the guys around here. they aren't ghosts

Ghost: That's the point.

Soap: i bet you have a boring ass name like timothy

Ghost: Don't be ridiculous.

Soap: markus

Ghost: No.

Soap: paul

Ghost: I'm going to block this number.

Soap: okay okay, sorry

Soap: can i call u smthn normal like dave

Ghost: You're not even close.

Soap: damn

Soap: what do i get if i guess it right

Ghost: Absolutely nothing.

Soap: i'm not gonna stop guessing til u give me smthn

Ghost: How about you stop texting me and I won't kill you.

Soap: no ur a nice guy. u wouldn't do that

Ghost: Try me.

Soap: fine, i'll leave u alone for a day

Ghost: A week.

Soap: two days.

Ghost: Four days.

Soap: three

Ghost: Three days and a photo.

Soap: what?

Ghost: A photo of you. 

Soap: why?

Ghost: I want to see what you look like.

Soap: why didn't u ask before

Ghost: Because I didn't care before.

Soap: send me a picture of u first

Ghost: No.

Soap: i'll think about it if u do

Ghost: I won't.

Soap: i'll take a bad picture.

Ghost: Why do you have a bad picture of yourself?

Soap: for situations just like this

Ghost: Okay.

Soap: u send one first.

Ghost: No.

Soap: i have pics of u already.

Ghost: What?!

Soap: lol

Soap: not really

Ghost: Don't fucking do that.

Soap: don't threaten to kill me

Ghost: Don't scare me.

Soap: ur not very good at this, are u?

Ghost: At what?

Soap: talking to people

Ghost: It doesn't seem to matter. You're still talking to me.

Soap: i guess it's a gift.

Soap: what would u do if i sent u a pic of myself

Ghost: Nothing.

Soap: that's a lie. u would look at it. perhaps save it to ur camera roll

Ghost: What do you want from me?

Soap: i wanna be friends

Ghost: Why?

Soap: u seem lonely

Ghost: I'm not.

Soap: u can keep telling me u hate me but i know that u don't

Ghost: I don't hate you.

Soap: so u like me?

Ghost: No.

Soap: we r gonna be the best of friends

Ghost: No, we aren't.

Ghost: Send me the picture.

Soap:

Soap: there. i cropped it so u couldn’t dox me

Ghost: Nice try. But I'm not a civilian. And I'm not an idiot.

Soap: ur not a civilian?

Ghost: Fuck.

Ghost: Pretend you didn't read that.

Soap: only if u send me a selfie 

Ghost: This is extortion.

Soap: yup

Ghost: I don't have a photo.

Soap: then take a new one

Ghost: Fine. 

Soap: is that a skull mask? and skeleton gloves? are u sure ur not an edgy teenager under there?

Ghost: Just shut up.

Soap: this is great. can i post this on instagram

Ghost: No.

Soap: can i show my roommates

Ghost: No.

Soap: ok, can i save it for blackmail purposes

Ghost: I would prefer it if you didn't.

Soap: too late

Soap: i didn’t think u had brown eyes

Ghost: You have an unfortunate beard.

Soap: what does that even mean?

Ghost: Exactly what it sounds like.

Soap: fuck off. ur a beanie baby.

Ghost: ?

Soap: a beanie baby. theyre like those little stuffed animals and u collect them. except, yk, a beanie baby

Ghost: I know what a beanie baby is. Why did you call me one?

Soap: ur just a little soft, squishy man

Ghost: Fuck you.

Soap: :)

Soap: did u know there are beanie babies of real people?

Ghost: What the fuck are you talking about?

Soap: i'm at walmart and i saw this miley cyrus beanie baby

Ghost: Miley Cyrus is not real.

Soap: they're called limited editions. u gotta collect them all

Soap: wait what do u mean miley cyrus isn’t real

Ghost: I mean that Miley Cyrus is an illusion. A fabricated idea created by a corrupt government and sold to the public. An industry plant to poison the minds of the youth. 

Ghost: But now you've ruined the surprise, and her secret is out. 

Soap: omg

Soap: i thought her secret was hannah montana

Ghost: You know nothing, Soap.

Soap: i can't believe you broke into gaz's phone, stole it, and now u won't tell me ur name

Soap: and yet u just tried to gaslight me into thinking miley cyrus isn't real

Ghost: I would have gotten away with it, too, if not for you meddling kids.

Soap: are u even a real person

Ghost: I have a question for you, Soap.

Soap: yeah

Ghost: Why haven't you reported this stolen phone to your authorities?

Soap: it's not that big of a deal. gaz has another phone. i think he just liked this one better

Ghost: And what about me?

Soap: what about u?

Ghost: How do you know I'm not a terrorist who is using the phone to spy on the military or steal secrets?

Soap: u don't seem like a terrorist

Ghost: Thanks.

Soap: and besides, u couldn't have stolen that many secrets if u didn't know miley cyrus is real

Ghost: I could.

Soap: how do u even use a phone with skeleton gloves on?

Ghost: With difficulty.

Soap: that helmet makes u look stupid

Ghost: Says the guy with the worst beard I've ever seen.

Soap: i'll have u know i've been told it makes me look handsome

Ghost: By who? Yourself?

Soap: well now i am not telling

Soap:

Ghost: I bet it was a mirror.

Soap: i would say i'd block u, but we both know i won't

Ghost: That's fine. We both know I won't give you the phone back.

Soap: that's true.

Soap: did u know gaz has a lot of games on his phone

Ghost: Like what?

Soap: the entire clash of clans series. a few versions of candy crush. and something called lovehoney. not sure what that one is.

Ghost: Are you sure about that, Soap?

Soap: ?

Ghost: Have you actually played LoveHoney?

Soap: no, it says its rated m

Ghost: I thought you said you were a grown ass man?

Soap: i can't play a rated m game without supervision

Ghost: Oh, really?

Ghost: Do you want supervision?

Soap: from who? u?

Ghost: Maybe.

Soap: u should come visit us sometime. we can play clash of clans together

Ghost: I'd rather stab myself.

Soap: :(

Ghost: Why do you keep using emojis?

Soap: to convey emotion

Ghost: But there are words for emotions.

Soap: u should try it

Ghost: Why would I do that when I have a mask and a helmet to hide my face?

Soap: why do u hide ur face anyway? are u ugly?

Ghost: Quite the opposite.

Soap: oh so ur pretty

Ghost: I don't see how that matters.

Soap: ur face matters a lot if it's the only thing u can see when u look at someone

Ghost: Then look elsewhere.

Soap: can't. the rest of u is covered up

Ghost: If you're lucky, you'll never have to see the rest of me.

Soap: if u were here i could prove to u that ur a real person

Ghost: Is that so?

Soap: yes. i would hold ur hand

Ghost: Gross.

Soap: maybe even hug u

Ghost: Definitely gross.

Soap: i'm a very affectionate person

Ghost: That's unfortunate.

Soap: i can be anything u want me to be

Ghost: Not interested.

Soap: ok fine, i can be anything u aren't

Ghost: Good luck with that.

Soap: do u always text like ur writing a report

Ghost: Yes.

Soap: it's boring

Ghost: You are boring.

Soap: and yet u keep replying

Ghost: I don't know why.

Soap: maybe bc we r friends

Ghost: That's not why.

Soap: yes it is.

Ghost:

Soap: is that a dog

Ghost: It's a German Shepard.

Soap: i hate dogs.

Ghost: I thought you might.

Soap: why

Ghost: They remind me of you.

Soap: hahaha

Ghost: They are loyal and dumb and kind of cute.

Soap: omg

Ghost: But also aggressive and loud and have terrible breath.

Soap: did u just call me cute

Ghost: I did.

Soap: are u drunk?

Ghost: No.

Ghost: Maybe.

Soap: do u always get drunk and text random guys on stolen phones?

Ghost: It's the only way I can talk to anyone.

Soap: why

Ghost: Because no one wants to get close to a ghost.

Soap: that was so dramatic

Ghost: So is your fucking beard.

Soap: it's a fashion statement

Ghost: It's ugly.

Soap: and what, ur face is too pretty for the world?

Ghost: Exactly.

Soap: if u weren't a stranger, i'd probably be a little offended

Ghost: We're not strangers.

Soap: not really, i guess. but u don't know anything about me

Ghost: I know your name.

Ghost: I know your rank.

Ghost: I know you work for an unspecified organization.

Ghost: I know you're a complete idiot.

Soap: hey!

Ghost: I know you like jelly beans.

Ghost: I know you're not as much of an asshole as I thought you were.

Ghost: And I know I like talking to you.

Soap: i like talking to u too. even if u insult me every chance u get

Ghost: It's because you're an easy target.

Soap: u are literally the least charming person i have ever met

Ghost: Thank you. to be continued - subscribe on ao3 for next chapters :3

[cato616]

PREDICTABLE FEELING (part two)

kendall roy x fem reader

note! I wanted to make a note then I forgot what I wanted to say but this stays here tho lmao

summary: you spend the whole night at kendall's celebration party, you'll be fighting the urge to not jump over kendall all night, even when you've been feeling some type of jealousy that makes you mad mostly at yourself.

parts: pt.1 /// pt.3 // pt.4

content/warning: fluff and intense moments, jealousy, and some alcoholism?

Being an assistant of one of the roy family, means being there 24/7 for them, meaning, not being in your place that much. And as for now, you are now at your apartment, to dress up for the party, but you'll have to hurry, you will have to be one of the firsts to be there; so rapidly you dress up, a black short ordinary dress, very assistant-ish, that will also try to have some fun, your most comfortable high heels, if you're gonna have some fun time, then your feet shouldn't be in pain; finally, basic makeup and voilà. Your rushed outfit it's now finished, you grab your purse and now you're ready to dash yourself to ken's.

You come down the elevator, the doorman opened the front door of the building for you and then closed it. You have the 'range rover' waiting for you outside. You kept looking at your phone, arranging every last piece you had to organize of the party the ken left you to do, while you also open the car's back door, eyes fixated on those texts, even when you already sat down and had closed the door. Nothing was coming between you and that phone, nothing to be distracted by.

"am I invisible?"

That was ken that was beside you, you didn't see him at all when you got in the car. vision totally getting worse. "AH fuck jesus christ" You definitely got yourself scared there. However you did felt some presence of something next to you, but somehow you thought it was just some pile of boxes, didn't even felt like questioning yourself. "oh-my-god, you really can't see, that's bad." Kendall says while smiling. "uuh b- but, what are you doing here? shouldn't you be at your place?." Although you were pretty confused as to why kendall was inside the car you're supposed to take, deep down you were relieved he was next to you privately before going to the party. "I was actually in some other place, and thought I should stop by yours, since it's passing by to mine." He smirks as he thinks he's so intelligent for thinking that. "we saved some fuel." He says while he points his head with his fingers. "oh of course absolutely smart mr eco-friendly." You sarcastically said; he laughs, "oh okay, don't cross the line there." He kept on smirking. "don't worry, I won't." As you said that, your smile fades, but you try not make it obvious, so you decide to turn your head to the window, just to hide your gloominess to him. He sees you suddenly turn you head the other side, basically killing the nice vibe he was feeling, he was thrown by your reaction. He smiles awkwardly not knowing what to say. "um okay." He whispers to himself, and then turns his whole body back to the seat.

You didn't plan to start the night so sad because of kendall, even that, in front of kendall; so you try to break the ice a little bit before getting to his place. "um... I rechecked the list, and at least 40/45 people comes tonight." You informed him, in a 'professional' tone. "great, great... is she coming?" You hope he's not talking about what you think he's talking about. "who?... your, ex? You asked him trying to get your answer. He chuckles and looks at you confused by your question. "um yes, my ex, of course." You didn't want to admit that your were feeling jealous. why does he want her there? "I think... I think she does." You cut off and again not wanting to look at him, you feel like such a fool thinking he would care you were gonna be there, except from being an assistant to him. So long for trying to break the ice. I'm an idiot

You arrived at his place, kendall gets to open the door first and get out of the car quickly before you, then surprisingly opens the door for you out of nowhere. You did reply thank you to him, as he smiles and takes his hand out for you to take it, but, you ignore that; thank you was enough, however, trying to deny your feelings for him is goal for now, you can't keep your hopes up, even if it's disregard his gestures. You walk out of the car to inside the building, while kendall felt ignored by you, standing there with this hand in the air. He looks at you walking down the building, he close the car's door, and very fast and sophisticated runs over the main door of his building to once again, open it for you while he smiles feeling stunned. You stopped walking when you jumped by his action. "Are you now getting inside or are you suddenly going to walk away." He laughs, referencing the hand you stood up back there. "thank you." You replied again, trying not to sound too irritated, by then you passed the door and grabbed the handle yourself from the inside when he was still grabbing it as well. "And now you can go." You weren't feeling the small gesture thing he was doing, so you tease him by doing what he was doing; you smile at him very unserious, it looks like you really got mad by the situation after all. He smiles slightly fades away too this time, he was joking around before, but he doesn't realize you're, deep down, a bit hurt. You entered the elevator, and for him it felt a little awkward. 'why does she seem so angry?' On the other hand, you acted like you didn't care, looking over your phone once more.

You got to the floor, without saying a word this whole time, but you acted careless at the moment, you didn't look at him, you can't, but you want to. The elevator opens up and you go out first and not waiting for him, walking down to his flat. Of course at least two or three people were already there, the housemaid opened the door for them. Shiv and roman where already there. You felt a little bad for not wating for kendall, so you stopped right when you arrived at the door, but eyes over your phone. Kendall got to the door as well, but you could feel his confusion without looking at him. He then opens the door, automatically changing his mood to greet everyone. "Hey! hey! how's the party people doing?" You can hear roman sighing from a far as soon kendall yelled that. "well no, now that you're here I don't thinks so" Roman joked, although you couldn't tell ever if he was serious or not. "nice to see you excited rome." Responded kendall. Both shiv and roman looked very elegant for a "small" party, you think they looked pretty nice. "hey, tell your partner to stop staring at us like that" Roman tells kendall as he tries to make you feel embarrassed twice this day; as for you, totally get super uncomfortable and rapidly shift your eyes to your phone. "hey come on man, I thought today I told you to stop it." Kendall said to roman very quietly.

We were still, right at a corner, keep on messaging. Roman and shiv left the room to get to another, and kendall walked straight to you. "y/n, I think everything is pretty good, so are the people coming any soon?" He asked, standing right in front of you, however, not any eye contact there. "yes, they should arrive pretty soon." You replied, stoney-faced. He didn't leave just yet, some words wanted to be addressed. "... is there, something wrong?" Asked pretty concerned, and curious to see if maybe it was his fault. "what do you mean? they all are getting here..." You said thinking he meant the guests. "y/n hey." He waives his hand over your phone to get your attention, and he got it, you looked up at him, jumbled. "finally, hi again" As he said that, he looked intensely to your eyes. "what the hell is up to you?" You frowned, you wanted to tell everything, yet again, that wasn't your plan, getting attached to him; you looked down to think your steps, then stared back again, this time, with a grim expression, quietly said, "im sorry, kendall, but what do you care?... yes, I am your closest employee, but I am still just an employee to you." You stayed still, already regretting how you remarked it, hoping he doesn't fire you out of disrespect or something like that.

Kendall kept gazing at you, and didn't seem annoyed by your saying. "I understand that, but I think you're wrong" He said chuckling looking down, pausing, and just like you, stared back up. "you didn't tell me tho, what is up to you." Stepped even closer to you. Your face was even brighter than before, scared to make a move; you had to answer him but couldn't form any words. "...I, can't." You truthfully said. Kendall felt confused and was about to say something. "Guests are here, excuse me." You fortunately found an excuse to get out of that situation and compose yourself. You looked back at kendall who was still leaning against the wall trying to process what you just said; and by then, you try to avoid him the whole night.

Time passes and you try to have some fun, chatting with some of the other assistants and employees, distracting yourself from kendall, and drinking is also a choice you make to relax yourself; the party wasn't at a party salon, but it was pretty well organized, kendall even hired- actually, you hired, a bartender; so that's who been doing your drinks all night.

At moments you wanted to go out to the balcony to have the drink, see the view, and be by yourself, and you like it like that. However your enjoyable time alone was interrupted, when you hear the door behind you open up, and then closes behind you. "We discussed you were supposed to have fun, are you having fun?" And of course it was kendall, trying to be friendly. "I was, just a second ago." You implied, kendall responded right after that, feeling aggravated. "Seriously you need to tell me your issues with me, 'cause I don't get it." Kendall exclaimed, yet you didn't say anything, but he continued. "And honestly, you're supposed to be my assistant, we should be getting along, and if we don't... that's a problem." He signified, trying to get your attention, once again it did, you turn to him. "are you trying to fire me?" You asked with indignation. "I don't want to, you know, but yes, it's logical, if you keep playing like that." You are now feeling outraged by his response, and can't control your saying. "well sorry that I actually feel and don't want to tell you about it! what's your problem?" You're feeling pissed off by his egocentric attitude. "it's definitely not wanting you to tell me your pretty feelings, it's because you have something against me, I can see it because you show it, at least try to not make it obvious." There is silence between you two, he looks away but you don't. "no, I don't have anything against you." Don't want to explain yourself, but you had to, since he was your boss, and because, you felt pretty bad. "I don't, and im sorry that it looked that way." If you could, you would be hugging him right at that instant, it was like an urge to you, like a strong magnet was attracting you to him, and you were fighting it. "yeah but don't lie to me, out of fucking nowhere, you decided to avoid me, rolled you eyes and shit, that's not cool, what did I do? tell me." He remarked his question very strongly. Your mind was blank, what am I supposed to say.

You try to calm yourself by telling what you can only say to him; you got closer and put your hand over his chest. "first of all, you didn't do anything wrong, but I can't... I can't say more." You try to leave, walking towards the door to go inside. Quickly and unexpected, you feel a force pulling you back, kendall reached your arm and grabbed it from behind to stop you from leaving. He snatched you right back, pulled to get you closer to him, feeling how warm it was when near him; there was only eye sighting at the moment, you felt an immense desire to get all over him, and profoundly kiss him all night long. "I can take it, you can say it." Ken insisted, as both couldn't resist but to stare at each other's lips as well. "I think you don't wanna hear it." Somehow those words came out of your mouth since you couldn't concentrate by the tension. "I think I do." He whispers, then initially tries to get a closer look to your face, touching your cheek, and slowly lowering to your lips, his fingers gradually passes over it, savouring it with his touch, oh how much he needs it to taste it. While you were very still and scared to move a muscle, that aspiration you felt, it was getting stronger, but you couldn't kiss him, if someone was getting kissed, he should be the one making the first move, you felt you shouldn't do anything if he doesn't feel the same, since he's your superior. But he didn't, he wasn't doing anything, why isn't he doing anything. You felt irritated. "I think I know now how you feel, fuck." He wanted you as much as you wanted him, and the angry it now went away. The only word that could come out of your mouth, "please.." you whispered, begging him to do something to you, as he was grabbing your face with both his hands, and quietly responded too, "yes, yes, I know oh I need it trust me i-" he cut off as each other's lips got closer and closer, gasping for air, how infuriating that you weren't even hugging, but he couldn't do it. "-i want to, but I can't..." He stands back feeling so much misery. "there's people in there, and you know, what people are inside... so we can't, not at the moment." You know he was right, it's irresponsible to launch myself at him like that, the assistant. You felt awful.

As he was about to leave back inside, he comes back and suggests, "tell you what." He grabbed your face with one hand. "stay for the night... after the party." You nod excited, agreeing; he almost tried to kiss you at that moment, but couldn't, instead, once again, touched your lips with his thumb and he couldn't stop staring at it. "I can't wait when i-... I can't wait." He couldn't finish he's sentences, but you know what he meant, and you finally answered to him. "I can't fucking wait either." He grinned and left slowly walking without taking his eyes off of you. I'll see you later ken.

continue.

[famousfilmsfan]

Return to Slender

Chapter 2

Chief: James, Detective there’s been a break in at the victims home! Go there or evidence may be stolen!

James: Yes chief!

At the victims house

James: Hmm, it seems pretty empty, I don’t see anybod-

Suddenly a man in a black and white striped shirt appears

Man: hey! What are you doing here? Are you proxies?

James: What? Wait, freeze! Crystals city Pd.

Man: Wow wow.

James: Who are you why did you break into this house?

Jackson: my name is Jackson Miller, I’m here because I heard he died, but that’s just nonsense.

James: What? Okay, detective I’m going to take Mr miller here to the station for questioning. While you’re here take a look around maybe we missed something.

What’s found is a birthday card with a black substance on it. An answering machine, and a suitcase with a note attached

The creepy kid

James: Okay kid why were you in the victims house

Jackson: Alleged victim. A being like that doesn’t die. I should know.

James: What? You’re not making sense.

Jackson: We’ll as I’ve read, beings like ‘Davis’ are otherworldly beings.

James: Like..aliens?

Jackson: No you simpleton! I’m talking about him being the same species as Slenderman!

James: Slenderman. The internet urban legend

Jackson: It’s not a legend it’s true, and I watched that documentary, and the old kids stories about him all night while eating peanut brittle. I know my facts.

James: Okay kid, we’re keeping you here until your court date. Get comfy.

Info: Jackson eats Peanut brittle and reads kids stories.

The birthday Card

John: Okay, so I tested that birthday card, and it’s the kind where when you open it, it shoots out confetti, but someone modified this one to shoot out peanut dust and I found your victims dna on it.

James: so the card is the murder weapon! Great! What about that black smudge?

John: The smudge is ink, but a certain type, typewriter ink. It has a certain composition to make it dry faster. The victim didn’t have any on his hands, and I looked into his credit reports he didn’t own one. So…

James: So the killer uses a typewriter. Perfect! Thanks man

Info: The killer uses a typewriter and eats peanut brittle, and reads children’s books

The machine

James: Hmm, this machine has a message.

He pushes the button

Machine: You have. Two new messages message one. Left at 9:45 AM

Bryan: *on the machine* Listen here you eyeless son of a bitch! You can’t just swoop in and steal Molten from me. And the fact you even think you’re doing a good thing is sickening. You better get yourself a personal guard because you’re going to need it!

Machine: Message two: left at 5.15 AM.

Charlie: *on the machine* Davis. Davis. Give me your answer due. I’m half crazy all for the death of you. It won’t be a stylish murder, I can’t afford a reaper. But you’ll look sweet inside the steep, of an old Catholic Church.

James: Jesus Christ, was that Bryan? Okay that message is crazy, I know he didn’t like him but he called him that? And what’s Molten? Yeah we should figure this out. Let’s talk to Bryan.

James: And that singing that was Charlie the cat and the song was…horrifying. And a clear threat, let’s speak to the cat again

Talk with Bryan.

Bryan: Oh hello again officers. Care for some peanut brittle? I just got a new batch from the bakery.

James: Sorry not now. We found a message on Davis’s answering machine, you threatened him because he stole something from you. What was it?

Bryan: Oh crap you found it. Okay, I did send it. But I was very angry at him. Okay I went on an extended vacation last year, and the company thought I was dead so they were giving away my assets, Davis knew I was alive. But he took the opportunity to steal one of my animatronics. I really care for them, I see them as family. Davis just wanted to torture him.

James: So you killed him in revenge?

Bryan: Heck no. I’m a good man and I adopted a kid. I can’t go to prison, besides I still had to respect him because he was a Fazbear investor even had to invite him to my opening party, and I already made the invitations on my typewriter so it’s more personal.

James: We’ll let’s hope you’re telling the truth

Info: Bryan eats Peanut brittle and uses a typewriter .

Chat with Charlie

James: Charlie? Are you here?

Charlie: Howdy officers, what can I do for ya?

James: We want to know why you left a threatening song on your owners answering machine.

Charlie: What? Oh that. Well, a few months ago we got into a fight over what I’ve been thinking recently, he said I can’t be creative, I can be, I fixed an old typed writer I found in an alley and once been making poems... He wants me to be more…robotic and less emotional. But I can’t help it, and I was very angry when he told me to stay in line or he’d replace me. So I sent him that message so he understood what I could do.

James: We’ll let’s hope you didn’t. Because I do not want to read rights to a machine.

Info: Charlie uses a typewriter.

James: Alright, we’re low on leads, so where do we go from here? Hmm. We got a robot who wants respect, a Fazbear owner who is pissed at our victim, and a kid who is convinced our victim is Slenderman. This is just getting crazier by the second. What’s next?

Elliot: Guys, guess what?

James: What?

Elliot: I know where the killer was last night.

[golbrocklovely]

am I the only one who doesn’t get why people are SO hung up on M having plastic surgery? Who cares? Just because apparently Colby once said something like “you don’t have to look this way to be attractive” or whatever he said doesn’t mean he can never date or be attracted to a woman who looks like that lmao. I’m typically drawn to guys with dark hair and blue eyes (not just Colby 😂😂 lots of guys online and irl) but that doesn’t mean I will never think a guy is attractive if he’s blonde with brown eyes instead

it is quite odd to me. bc to most of these fans, this is really the only thing they can find to be upset at her for. a lot of it stems from her liking comments that she's a natural beauty, and that threw so many fans into a tizzy bc "omg she's not natural she has filler and her boobs done!"

it's not like she had reconstructive face surgery, yall. she still very much had that same face before. same thing with her body. jesus christ let the girl like a comment that's nice about herself lmao

i also saw some trying to point out a tiktok for years ago where she looks "completely different" and mind you - she was 18ish. like, the difference between 18 year old me and 23 year old me would make you also think i got work done bc surprised! our faces change when we get older, even if we didn't get something done to our face.

and that's what i don't understand about this fandom either. like, yes - colby did in fact say "you don't have to be a barbie looking girl to be attractive". however that doesn't mean he's not allowed to them find girls that fit that narrative as attractive. look, i've paid plenty of attention to his dating history. none of the girls look alike. none. some had filler, some didn't. some were all natural too. malia isn't indictive of who his type is. she's just one of many girls he's liked over the years. she's the first to bring him out of his shell. that should be the takeaway here.

he was literally saying to just be yourself and be confident. how did the point fly completely over everyone's heads???

and yeah same for what type of guy you like. i'm in the same boat as you but also - i don't think i have a type look wise. i think i lean more towards emo/alt aesthetics, but you can basically look like whatever and i'll probably find you hot lol i'm not that picky.

[azulas-lightning-bolt]

happy easter to those who celebrate! how will I spend my easter you ask? hmmm I think I’ll make a post about my mako playlist instead of anything on my 24728 item long list of things I want to post about within this lifetime (my spring break)!

just to start us off strong, here’s the link to the spotify playlist. I am now, under the cut, going to list all the songs. why is that, you ask? because this will be a master list of sorts. if I can commit to something for once in my life, I’ll post a bunch of different short things explaining why certain songs are on there! most of it is in fact mitski BUT HES SO MITSKI CODED‼️‼️ and I want to yap about it somewhere cuz music is my love language fr

Class of 2013 - Audiotree Live Version ; Mitski, Audiotree

Shame ; Mitski

I Don’t Smoke - Audiotree Live Version ; Mitski, Audiotree

Abbey ; Mitski

Drunk Walk Home ; Mitski

Real Men ; Mitski

Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart ; Mitski

Brand New City ; Mitski

Jobless Monday ; Mitski

Cop Car ; Mitski

My Body’s Made of Crushed Little Stars ; Mitski

Townie ; Mitski

Crack Baby ; Mitski

Sarah ; Alex G

Break ; alex_g_offline

I Wait for You ; alex_g_offline

How To Never Stop Being Sad ; dandelion hands

The Blonde ; TV Girl

i was all over her ; salvia palth

Poison Tree ; Grouper

Pretend ; alex_g_offline

Song About Me ; TV Girl

Loving Machine ; TV Girl

Pretty Boy ; TV Girl

Louise ; TV Girl

Safeword ; TV Girl

Better in the Dark ; Jordana, TV Girl

Cigarettes out the Window ; TV Girl

Vampire Empire ; Big Thief

Back to the Old House - 2011 Remaster ; The Smiths

I Bet on Losing Dogs ; Mitski

anything ; Adrianne Lenker

First Love/Late Spring ; Mitski

Your Best American Girl ; Mitski

Two Slow Dancers ; Mitski

Washing Machine Heart ; Mitski

Nothing’s New ; Rio Romeo

Mama’s Boy ; Dominic Fike

It Almost Worked ; TV Girl

Just Take My Wallet ; Jack Stauber’s Micropop

Cupid ; Jack Stauber’s Micropop

Coffee ; Jack Stauber’s Micropop

Wet ; Dazey and the Scouts

Bruno is Orange ; Hop Along, Queen Ansleis, Frances Quinlan

Everyone Adores You (at least I do) ; Matt Maltese

She Likes Another Boy ; Oscar Lang

Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want ; Deftones

Heart For Brains ; Roar

Stress Relief ; late night drive home

P.U.N.K Girl ; Heavenly

Moonlight on the River ; Mac DeMarco

Good Looking ; Suki Waterhouse

nintendo 64 ; if i die in mississippi

Think Of Me Once In A While, Take Care ; Take Care

someday i’ll get it ; Alek Olson

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? ; Tyler, The Creator

Army Dreamers ; Kate Bush

Bigmouth Strikes Again - 2011 Remaster ; The Smiths

O Superman ; Laurie Anderson

Liquid Smooth ; Mitski

I Want You ; Mitski

Class of 2013 ; Mitski

A Burning Hill ; Mitski

Once More to See You ; Mitski

Last Words of a Shooting Star ; Mitski

I Don’t Smoke ; Mitski

Waiting Room ; Phoebe Bridgers

Francis Forever ; Mitski

Hate Yourself ; TV Girl

Stay, I Pray You ; Constantine Germanacos, Derek Klena, John Bolton, Christy Altomare, Anastasia Company

Learn to Do It ; John Bolton, Derek Klena, Christy Altomare

A Pearl ; Mitski

Step On Me ; The Cardigans

Things to Do ; Alex G

Race ; Alex G

Tell Ur Girlfriend ; Lay Bankz

oh my god why do I do this to myself. typing that out was so fucking aggravating jesus christ.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #195

Do you know anyone who has divorced and remarried the same person? What do you/would you think of someone who does that? I don't think so? I wouldn't think anything of someone who did this; their relationships and the details of them are not my business.

Do you say goodnight to anybody before you go to bed? If so, does it feel weird if you go to bed without saying it to them? Not regularly. If Girt spends the night though I think I normally do when it's clear we're going to sleep. I sometimes say goodnight to my snake as I pass her terrarium.

Do you have a favourite role of Johnny Depp's? If you don't like him, what is your favourite role of an actor you like? I love his portrayal of Willy Wonka.

Why did you/your parents choose to live where you do now? Would you move right now if you were able to? Why/why not? If so, where would you like to go? We had no other choice. The lady who lived here before us, it was her dying wish for Tobey (mutual family friend) to have the house and let Mom and I live in it; Mom was deep into cancer treatment and our former house was a health hazard due to mold problems, and the water was funky. Of course we appreciate having a home at all, but Tobey is not the greatest landlord and by now, Mom can barely stand her, as can I. We want out so, so bad but can't afford anything. We WANT to go back to the middle of nowhere, preferably in the woods again.

If someone broke into your house and robbed you, what could they take that would piss you off or upset you the most? To what lengths would you go to get it back? Has something like this already happened to you before? My dog's ashes. I would do A LOT to get those back home to me. Thankfully this kind of situation hasn't happened to me.

Was there something you were afraid of as a child that just seems silly to you now? I was TERRIFIED of King Ramses from Courage the Cowardly Dog. Like, I had nightmares.

Do you like coffee? I hate the taste of it, but it's one of my favorite smells.

When did you last make up a baby’s bottle? Never.

Do you eat your dinner at a dining table, coffee table or just off your lap? Usually on the couch with a folding table.

Did you go to high school with your current best friend? I did, but only as a freshman, as that's the year he graduated.

Do you take part in paying the bills for your household? No, because I don't have any form of income. I absolutely will be helping whenever I DO get a job...

How many cars can fit in your driveway? Barely two.

Have you ever slapped someone in the face? No, I'd like to keep it that way.

Last person you took a nap with? Girt.

Does seeing your mother cry automatically make you feel sad as well? Absolutely yes, and I get equally mad at whatever's caused her to.

Have you ever given up on someone, but then went back to them later? I've done this multiple times with Sara and Colleen both. Never again am I wasting my time and energy like that.

Is your last ex currently in a relationship? I don't know or care.

Do you think the last person you kissed has feelings for you? I know he does.

Have you ever been punched in the face? No, and I'd even MORE like to not change that, haha.

Are you the type of person who seeks out revenge? Nah, not worth it.

Have you ever been asked out by someone you didn’t want to be with? Yes, there was this kid in 4th grade named Nick who asked me A LOT and I always said no. I was also harassed in pre-k by a pair of boys that were always trying to kiss me, but I don't actually remember if they ever asked me out. We were literally in pre-k, I don't think we even knew "asking out" was a thing.

Who is the last person to call you gorgeous? Idk.

Do you think a lot before you fall asleep? Absofuckinglutely, my brain does NOT know how to shut the hell off and I think it's the prime reason I have so much trouble falling asleep.

Would you rather have your parents catch you having sex or smoking weed? jesus christ smoking hella weed

Do you like it when people call you babe? I don't mind other girls calling me that, I actually think it's sweet and friendly, and Girt's allowed to, but it's not my favorite so I'm glad it's not a regular from him. I would absolutely not appreciate another man calling me this, especially one that seems creepy.

Would you ever get your nipples pierced? Unlikely.

Does it bother you to get shots in the mouth? Does it hurt? I hate it. My worst experience with a needle ever was getting numbing injections deep through the roof of my mouth during a dental procedure.

Ever ride in a limo? When did you last do so? I haven't, but always wanted to just for the experience.

Do you have a lot of self-discipline? Honestly, no, and this is something I very badly want to get better about. It's a topic I want to touch on in therapy.

Have you ever been to another country’s capital city? I've never been to another country, period.

What’s something that has upset you lately? Weight gain. Following some blood tests, it seems to be because my thyroid levels are extremely high, despite being on a daily med for it... We recently upped the dose of it so hopefully that helps.

What’s something you don’t think people take seriously enough? Environmental issues. A lot of things.

Have you ever dated someone who had a child from a previous relationship? No.

What’s your favorite kind of soup? I'm not really a soup person.

Have you ever been 4-wheeling? When I was younger with my neighbors, yeah.

Will you be attending any weddings in the near future? None planned right now, no.

Do you have any important anniversaries you celebrate? Mine and Girt's.

What will be the next concert you attend? I don't know, but I'm praying with every bone in my body that Rammstein adds an American leg of their 2024 tour and I can go to that.

Have you ever seen a horseshoe crab? They’re scary, right?! I've only seen pictures/videos. I don't think they're... scary, just strange-looking. Their underside makes me feel sorta squirmy and gross, it's just so odd.

When was the last time you had a hangover? Never.

Do you own many pairs of shorts? I own literally zero. I don't wear shorts, I'm too self-conscious of my legs.

Who was the last person you texted? My dad. He's ill so I didn't get to see him on Christmas.

When was the last time you felt like letting it all out and having a cry? Christmas Eve, Shelia (boyfriend's mom) got me this fucking adorable blanket with an extremely beautiful message from a mother-in-law to her daughter-in-law, and it just brought to mind how once upon a time, I never, ever, thought I would have this sort of bond with a partner's family ever again, after Jason. I was remembering the Christmas Eves I'd spent with him and his family, and now I have that again, when I once was so fucking certain I never would get another chance. I did actually cry some, but I didn't let myself like, bawl.

When was the last time someone made you feel like an idiot? Recently. My mom has this certain way she answers some of my questions like I'm an absolute moron, and it's extremely hurtful and I want to bring it up to her, but I'm not looking for an argument because she can't accept she never does hurtful things.

Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? If I ever have kids, yes.

What was the last restaurant you made a reservation at? The Cheesecake Factory, I think.

Would you rather read a book, or listen to the audiobook? Read, I have no interest in audiobooks, or virtual book formats at all. I'm very weird in that I want to physically hold the book and read it in my own head.

What is your favorite book? Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo and The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. I need to re-read the latter, I read it in middle school and barely remember the plot, I just know I adored the book.

What is something you're insecure about? My weight, among five billion other things.

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment? Healing from my breakup with Jason. It sounds like such a little thing when I type it, but when you really know where my head was throughout the aftermath and all the conscious effort it took to change my perspective and let my wounds close and fade, it was a titanic achievement and no one will take that shit from me.

Who knows you the best? My mom.

Will anyone be visiting your house any time soon? I mean I see Girt normally at least once a week, but we don't have a hangout day planned yet. Other people, I'm not sure.

Scroll through your camera roll quickly without looking, then stop it with your finger. What's the first picture your eye lands on? Me making a silly face at Roman, my cat.

Have you ever been chased by a dog? Not by a dog with the intent to bite/harm me, only in playful situations.

What's your favourite kind of soda? Mountain Dew Voltage, which is a blue raspberry flavor.

Do you have a drink with you right now? What is it? Yeah, water.

What was the last app you opened on your phone? It was DragonVale, I got a new phone for Christmas and it's superior to my old one in all ways imaginable and I've been enjoying the greater memory capabilities of it. No more One Single Game on my phone, lol.

Is your voice high, low, or somewhere in the middle? It's low for your average cisgender adult woman.

Are you wearing any rings right now? Yes, I keep one on my right middle finger; it wraps around twice in a spiral with an arrow pointed forward, "keep" being on one end of the spiral and "going" on the opposite end. On the interior of the ring, in the middle, "fucking" is carved so it's meant to read as "keep fucking going." Mom got it for me, and I got a kick outta it 'cuz she sure does know my tendency to use "fuck."

How many beds are in your home? Two.

What is the last thing you ate? I had Special K cereal for dinner.

Who is your favorite person to spend time with? Girt, of course.

Are you considered a "clingy girlfriend"? According to Girt, for him anyway, I'm the perfect balance of clingy but also respectful of his space. He knows I worry about being annoyingly clingy, so he reminds me a lot of this that how I act makes him feel loved but also respected when he wants "him" time. We work really well in that sense, we both need personal time regularly and can be entirely honest if we need it without the fear of hurting one another.

Are you good at multitasking? God no, I just straight-up can't. I HAVE to focus on a single thing at a time.

When's the last time you went to a nightclub? Literally never.

[monachofworms]

So my friend is a massive twilight fan so we watched all the movies in one sitting. We started at 1:30pm and ended at 1:20 Am-ish.

Here are my notes.

1. Edward being read as neurodivergent suddenly makes his mannerisms make sense

2. Edward and Bella are actually perfect for each other bc they’re the same kind of weird overly co dependent and dramatic. They are the same flavor of mentally ill where they would be terrible for anyone else but they feed into each other and it weirdly works bc they’re both kinda terrible

3. Good disabled rep ??

4. Bella’s friend Jessica and her dad Charlie hold all the brain cells

5. WEIRDLY GOOD FIGHT SCENES

6. JESUS CHRIST WHY DOSE THE BABY LOOK LIKE THAT

7. Jacob was ok at first then turned into a temper tantrum baby who made he doesn’t get what he wants.

8. The glittering in the sun isn’t as bad as people make it out to be. Cringe is dead live ur shiny vampire life

9. Charlie deserves better

10. The sex scenes weren’t great but that could just be me.

11. EDWARD. SHE CAN DO WHAT SHE WANTS FUCK OFF

12. Edward please bang ur new wife you where literally the only one upset about the bruises

13. Pregnancy plot lines in romances still make me go hhhhhhhhh

14. The first movie was arguably the best but looked the worst visually. Everyone was so pail Bella might as well already been a vampire.

15. Emmet is best Cullen

16. making jasper a confederate soldier sure was a choice that was made. Stephanie he never saw combat. You could have just made him a cowboy and the visuals would have been the same.

17. The Voltaire are legit good villains acting wise

18. Renesmee is not that bad of a name

More points I have

19. Alice should be bi

20. The wolf cgi was solid

21. OH GOD WTF WAS THE BIRTH SCENE WHYYYYYYYY. TERRIBLE.

22. Charlie is the best character

23. BELLA BE NICER TO UR DAD. IT TAKES LIKE THREE (4?) MOVIES TO GET AN “I love you dad” OUT OF YOU YOU CLEARLY CARE ABOUT HIM

24. If the weird “I would die for you” thing had been turned down the romance would have been better.

25. My partner said Edward suffers from meyers Mormonism/ Mormonism type beliefs and their right.

26. the pregnancy stuff only cemented how much I don’t understand why people get pregnant. Maybe it’s a non binary thing.

PSA: The Quileute Tribe are a real group of native people living in La Push, Washington. Meyers did 100% appropriate their culture and name. My friend and I took a moment to recognize that before watching.

https://quileutenation.org/

https://americanindiansinchildrensliterature.blogspot.com/2009/07/quileute-response-to-twilight.html?m=1

https://www.burkemuseum.org/static/truth_vs_twilight/

[iammikedee]

First run-in with transphobic doctor

Hey y'all. I realize I haven't written in a literal year. In general, things are going great. I got married and reconciled with family, which both need to be their own posts, which I'll get on top of later. Today I wanted to vent about my first experience with a doctor who had homosexual and transgender bias.

Before I get into it, I want to say that I really don't throw the word 'transphobic' around lightly. I think there is a difference between hate, phobia, and ignorance, and each needs to be analyzed and addressed separately. But I'm not here to talk philosophy, I'm here to say that I am deliberately choosing to call this doctor, or at least his actions, transphobic, as he was afraid to treat me the way he would presumably treat his non-transgender patients.

A few months ago, I pulled something weed-whacking and parts of my neck and arm went numb. The numbness persisted for a couple weeks, so I figured I'd better go get it checked out just to be safe. I couldn't see my primary because she's out for a few months, so I went to express care at the same practice at #amplahealth.

The nurse took my blood pressure and it was really high which is unusual. I've had high BP in the past, but not for a couple years, and all other readings at this office in recent years have looked great, so I fully expected the doctor to address it.

I was taken to a room and the doctor entered shortly after, respectfully confirming that I was transgender female-to-male which is of course standard practice. He then attempted to confirm that I was having pain in my left back and shoulder. I explained that there was no pain, but persistent numbness, and swelling that had since gone away.

He asked if I was taking testosterone. I told him that I had not taken testosterone for over a month.  He asked why. I verbally hesitated, as this is an uncomfortable and private matter, and I was not familiar with him. He assured me that to treat me properly, he must know, so I explained that my husband (who was in the room with me, this is important later) and I planned to have a child.

He then declared that my "pain" was the result of abruptly discontinuing a high dose of testosterone. I explained that I had not stopped taking my hormones suddenly but weened myself off safely and successfully under the supervision of my primary care doctor. I also reiterated that there was no pain, only numbness, and added that I first experienced the sensation while weed whacking since he had not asked me anything about the incident yet.

I explained that I felt numbness “here,” and pointed to the area. He was looking at his clipboard and would not look at me. Uncertain if he had heard me, I asked if I could show him the area. He still would not look at me. A really long, awkward stint of time passed that left husband and I staring awkwardly at each other. Eventually he did look at me, and I said, “This is where I’m having the numbness,” and pointed to the area. He didn't observe the area. He didn't touch it. He didn't even ask any questions about it. He simply reiterated that my "pain" was due to stopping testosterone and said that suddenly stopping a high dose of testosterone can cause unexpected pain in various areas of the body.

I'm not a doctor y'all. But Jesus Christ. Come on. I had long since tapered off of my hormones with no issues, and I could feel the EXACT moment my numbness started - - - when I was weed whacking.

Then the doctor stopped in the middle of his explanation and asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?” This confused me and I glanced at my husband, then back at the doctor. “See? Now you’re tilting your head. What am I saying that’s so confusing?”

I said that regardless of whatever influence may have played a factor in starting the numbness, my day-to-day tasks were exacerbating the issue and I was concerned. I told him that when my arms were held up it increased the numbness, and that working at my desk while typing or driving my car seemed to trigger it.

This is where he really went off the rails. He said he was not going to file a worker’s comp claim (?????????). I asked him why he thought this was a work injury. He said it was because I work at a desk, and that workers comp claims are messy, and “Trust me, you really don’t want to get into that kind of thing.” I reminded him that my issue began when I was weed whacking.

He said, “I can give you some baclofen to relax your muscles, but you need to see your primary about this.” I explained that my primary was on maternity leave, which is why I had come to express care. Then he started to talk shit about my doctor! I can't make this stuff up y'all. He complained that she hadn't set a return date and this and that and the other; personal feelings about his colleague that he had no business talking about to his patients.

At that point his cell phone rang. He recovered it from his pocket and mentioned that it was his son, and that he had to take the call. He corrected himself after glancing at the screen and said that it was actually his boss and stepped outside of the door to take the call.

At that point, I chose to leave because I felt I was not being respected, and felt the doctor was not invested in helping me. As my husband and I left the office, I passed him in the hallway. I said, “We’re going to leave, thank you.” The doctor said, “Don’t you want your baclofen?” I said no and left.

He never asked me questions. Never touched my arm or neck. He barely looked at me. As far as my blood pressure went, he never mentioned it and I had to go elsewhere to get it checked out, as well as my original problem with numbness. (I had pinched a nerve, and the numbness went away on its own. A doctor confirmed that this had nothing to do with testosterone. Was given blood pressure medication for hypertension and told to follow up with my primary.) I scheduled an appointment with another doctor at Ampla to talk about the blood pressure.

Bad experience, but life goes on, right?

WRONG!!

A week or two later, I logged onto my patient portal to find that the doctor assigned to me that fateful day really went to town on my patient chart, filling it with dangerous and incorrect information about my medication, an incorrect reason for my visit, and on top of that, he used my patient chart like a diary to express his feelings about me.

First, he logged my visit as leg numbness.

Then, under "history of present illness," he wrote the following. This is HIS note, word for word, copied and pasted from my chart to Tumblr. I bolded my favorite parts:

“Patient comes to the clinic today with his male friend. His chart note identifies him as a transgender female to male who had been on testosterone 200 mg every week. This was discontinued a month ago. In the last month patient and his male friend have decided they want to have a baby, the reason for discontinuing. Realizing the possible adverse effects of that much testosterone that frequently and then discontinuing it I continued asking questions of this individual. Patient became very agitated. I attempted to explain to him why I was asking was led to his insistence that he was having muscle spasms in the neck and that was causing the numbness down his neck, arm, shoulder, and upper back. While trying to reassure this individual that I was trying to help him with the thoughts of giving him baclofen for muscle spasms myself on begin to buzz from a call from our companies headquarters. I excused myself and stepped out of the room to answer. Before I could asked the caller to hold on, the patient and his male friend stormed out of the room with the patient saying "you know what I am just going to leave". I asked the patient if he would like me to give him a prescription for baclofen to which she said "no I am good". Patient was not thoroughly evaluated. Patient became extremely angry that I was even questioning him. Patient obviously had some kind of disdain for me as a straight white male provider and chose to leave without being seen.”

Y'all.

Y'all.

Where do I even start?

How about how he refers to my husband as my “male friend” after they were explicitly introduced at the appointment? I could not have been clearer in saying we were married and would soon be trying for a child. Our decision to have a child was not decided over the last month as he claimed, but rather, over many, many years. Now my chart says that I up and decided to have a baby with a friend, and abruptly stopped 200mg of testosterone a week to do this, which brings me to the fact that...

NOBODY TAKES THAT MUCH TESTOSTERONE.

My prescription, as in the entire vial, is 200mg. My dose at the time I started tapering (months and months ago) was 0.4ml, which is about 80mg/week. That's over double my dose. It's an insane dose that nobody in the history of ever has been prescribed. Not only is his information incorrect and dangerous, but it shows that he did not read my chart properly and does not understand how intramuscular medication is prescribed. And by the time I was done tapering, I was taking less that 0.1ml (20mg)/week, so no, I did not abruptly stop taking a high dose. Not only does it make it look like I'm abusing hormones, but it implicates my primary care doctor, pegging her as someone who prescribes unsafe hormones.

And finally, “Patient obviously had some kind of disdain for me as a straight white male provider and chose to leave without being seen.” He wrote this under "history of present illnesses." I resent that he projected his inferences about me in MY chart. My chart isn't his fucking diary. This is a grown ass man with a medical degree, and this is how he behaved. His attempt to gaslight me to cover his own ass is sure something. I wasn't agitated. I had no disdain for him as a straight person or a white person. That's not me. I do presently, however, have disdain for his behavior and character.

I've talked with Ampla's patient complaint department and am working hard to get my chart amended. It's a tricky process because it can take months, and the doctor himself has to agree to change the chart.

I requested that he change my hormone dose to the correct dose, correct the reason for the visit, and refer to my husband as my HUSBAND and scratch the part where he says I made a sudden decision to grow crotchfruit with a rando. I did NOT request he change "she" to "he" in my chart, nor did I request he get rid of the bit that says I detest straight white dudes, because if he wants to look like an asshole in writing, that's his choice.

In the meantime, I'm stuck with dangerous and wrong information on my chart that makes me look like I abuse hormones. And my doctor is still on maternity leave. I haven't gone back to the clinic and will not until this is amended. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place because my primary is amazing, and she is a trans health care specialist who has helped my husband (also her patient) and I prepare to start trying for a baby. She's also helped me with my fibromyalgia and I've made such strides with her. I mean, she's essentially our family doctor and I could not ever hope for a better one. And yet I have no desire to stay with Ampla after this. I haven't made a decision about whether or not to go back, and until my chart is amended, I cannot morally bring myself to be seen there. I need their administration to take this seriously.

I have already let their administration know that if the chart isn't amended, I will approach my primary doctor directly, as well as their board, and proceed to take whatever steps are legal and necessary to protect myself and my primary.

I don't really know how to end this, I'm just so disappointed in their administration, this doctor in particular. There should be no place for medical staff that will not properly treat queer patients at an organization that publicly claims to treat LGBTQ patients.

[itsmymeaningoflife]

11x19 spoilers

* the flashbacks at the start of the eps are actually quite cute and emotional

* Daryl is such a protector. I don’t remember the last time he interacted with Eugene and he jumps right in to save him

* The titles having more and more blood on them each ep is pretty cool too

* I literally do not give a shot about the Pamela story line

* Okay Lydia and Elijah are the fucking cutest. LET THEM BE HAPPY AMC

* Bit of a side note- I really think Aaron is an underrated character. He’s been around fo so long and he’s literally not done anything wrong ever and I LOVE HIM

* Rosita, my queen. I want to be like you when I grow up.

* Absolutely feral for Daryl Dixon.

* Daryl and Rosita’s friendship is one of the better things we’ve had in s11. I love their dynamic

* Eugene telling Daryl that he is not leaving without his love…👀👀… idk man I’m gonna remember this scene just incase it’s a bit of foreshadowing

* What an odd zoom in shot. But this place the road group are holding up at seems pretty cool.

* LYDIA MY GIRL I LOVE YOU. You bag that sweet boy and don’t let him go. Don’t feel guilty about it

* Im actually enjoying seeing Aaron in a bad mood. Nothing better than seeing the placid nice guy get irritated.

* Pamela, just kill him. I don’t care that your son was a monster of your own making. He was a twat.

* HEY PRINCESS WELCOME BACK. And yes girl you protect your friend. I get Mercer is doing his job and he doesn’t owe our group anything at all but like COME ON MAN.

* “I don’t think I can, again, you know” I know that Aaron is thinking about a) losing Eric and b) losing his chance at happiness with Jesus in this moment

* AARON MY MAN IM SOBBING. “I’d do anything to take back one of those no’s just to have one more day together” IM OUT IM OUT

* NAH NAH NOT CLIMBING WALKERS? Now?!? Really?!! Okay

* “He would’ve been ashamed of you” yes girl drag him

* NOT EUGENE TRYING TO SQUARE UP TO DARYL IM DEAD. Nah the second hand embarrassment from this scene I am cringing so hard. Daryl has had enough of his shit and knows that Eugene to his core won’t be the one to put himself on the line, it’s his survival strategy

* Daryl is a better man than me. It still shocks me how level headed Daryl has become

* YES YOU DO DESERVE MORE PRINCESS. I love her and Zekes little bond too

* Lance is actually an interesting character but like… why are they making him such a bottom I’m crying

* Princesses trauma is so fucking heartbreaking. I love her. And yes, yes it should be better.

* “Because of what happened to me- when I see a man, I see a monster” I think every woman can relate to that line to some degree Jesus Christ that hit hard

* Hell nah this music with walkers approaching Aaron and Lydia is so creepy

* Jerrys fight scene is amazing. Very cool

* Hell nah these ain’t whisperers Aaron

* IVE NOT BEEN THIS ON EDGE FOR A WALKER SCENE IN SO LONG!! JERRY BEHIND YOU

* USING DOORKNOBS, CLIMBING LADDERS, PICKING UP ROCKS?!!! I’m out

* I’m thinking the same thing Jerry, how the hell did a Walker do that

* I absolutely love the idea of different types of walkers but at this late stage? All I can think is that they’re introducing the idea here and will explore it more in one of the spin offs because there’s not enough time to unpack all of that

* KING JERRY YES GIVE IT TO ME. And the fact he instantly said “Queen Nabila?” That man is so pure.

* ROSITA AND EUGENES GOODBYE BEING SO SIMILAR TO EUGENE AND ABRAHAMS IS KILLING ME. This is really the end huh?

* Okay the passing on Eugenes necklace thingy for Coco made me more emotional that I thought I ever could be toward Eugene

* Mercer realising that Eugene is being braver than he is

* WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK. Who are these guys jumping Rosita

Preview for 11x20

* Caryl heavy ep LETS GOOOOOOO!

* Daryl sounded so afraid when he was telling Carol that they took the children. I’m so ready for them to light shit up and get their babies back

This ep was probs my least fave so far but I didn’t hate it. Not a massive fan of Eugene and he was quite central to this ep so that’s probably why. Super excited for next week

[artaylorsblog]

Falling in Love with my Husbad

I loved my husband when we were dating. I cared for him and enjoyed being around him. I appreciated the type of man he was and his standards. These are significant reasons as to why I chose to say, "I do."

My husband is my best friend, and there is no other on this earth I am more vulnerable around. He and I have good times and bad times. Sometimes we struggle to like each other and wonder how we get to the other side of a problem. Yet, here we are trucking along with laughter, fussing, crying, kissing and contentment of each other's presence.

What we are learning: Marriage constantly has all these outside forces pushing and pulling with the ultimate goal of division. Sometimes people can be unintentional forces that create a divide and, sometimes worse, intentional. Hence, marriage needs a lot of nurture to withstand the continual tests of this world.

What we've noticed: With each argument or problem-solving that we overcome and choose to love through, we become closer and closer. I love him more today than I've ever loved him. The more we run to God each time we are upset with each other, the more he unites us.

What we've learned: God is the only one that can fulfill our needs. We often put too much on our partners to somehow fulfill. After all, they are who we let our hair down around and who we've vowed ourselves to forever. They are who know us at our ugliest and weakest moments, however, they are just the ones that we physically see.

What we know: God is the only one that knows our deepest ugliest self. Those things we see, think, or do when no one else is around. No other knows the darkest, most sinful thoughts we've had in our lifetime. Therefore the one we are most vulnerable to is God. He is who we must run to for success in this world and most importantly our marriage. He knows our spouse better than us. He knows the best way to word something, he knows the best time to say I'm sorry, he knows how to approach the other. If we run to him, we will run towards each other.

The Truth: Marriage is so much work! No one says it's easy, so saying its work is an understatement. However, the joining together of two people is a beautiful thing because of the long-suffering to unite as one. God joins us together when we make those vows to each other, just like when we publicly confess our relationship with Jesus Christ. Nothing shows a more excellent example of marriage. Just like when the believer's nature is changed, it is a lifelong process to become more and more like Christ. The same is with our marriage. It will be a lifelong commitment to continue to strive to become more and more unified. Every time we choose to overcome, continue to love, and run towards God, we become closer and closer to each other and, in return, strengthen our relationship with the creator.