#listen...I cud go on

[princemick]

MICKLORE for dummies

here;s part 1 with his racing history

because over roc weekend people seemed to have gotten to know him a lot better so here's a bunch more of mick info that I deem as essential

so under the tab I will add a bunch of stuff that kinda break trough that introverted pr trained wall he has.

this will be broken into facts, quotes, moments and videos.

--enjoy--

Mickfacts:

he speaks, english, german, french and italian but beraly speaks italian and french because he doesnt feel comfortable enough with them

the f-2002 is his favorite of his dads cars

during a lot of 2022's off season he has been dirt racing in the states where he bascially races for as long as the car runs together with gina's bf (x) (x)

apperantly recognizes the italian anthem before the german

can't choose himself for a dream team so his dream team is michael and seb

couldnt choose between lewis and max in 2021 "because theyre both nice to me"

he used to play drums as a kid

his middle name is 'junior'

he is named after Mick Doohan (5x mtotogp champ) who used to live close to Michael who were really good friends and so him and Jack Doohan (f2 driver) have always been and are still close friends.

apperantly introduced himself to kevin when he got back to haas with 'suck my balls'

modified said off road buddy that he does mud racing with so it goes quicker then intended

he seems to have extra clothes with him at all times bc he borrowed an extra pair of pants and shirt to callum for their f2 podium celebration

his dad wanted him to study engineering (also interesting piece of related information: he said he would have become a biologist if not an f1 driver in this video)

he refers to his dog angie as his best friend

in F3 he won 5 races in a row. race 22 til 26 of the 2018 season.

he started doing champions for charity where he organizes a football match every year with a bunch of german sports players

mick denies it but this man has bleached his hair

Mickquotes:

"a bomb, a knife, a serial killer. I mean that comes all together so.."

"I mean if poeple ask me if I'm mick I usualy just say no. I learned that from my dad."

"can I eat this?" procedes to eat it

"you guys are gonna do pushuupss"

"can I go and pet it?? play fetch??"

"those cars are so shit"

"deutsche, german..WHA??"

"you sure??"

"my dad, my dad, my dad, my dad"

"I just wanna get to my dad"

"beep beep beep"

"I won f2 and f3 for a reason"

"you guys are fucking brilliant, FUCKING BRILLIANT! fucking hell- sorry for all the swearing guys"

"I have a problem with italian bread tbh"

"PTW man, PTW" (pwt means prove them wrong)

"so you have to be smooth, realise that its an old lady and treat it that way, take it easy and enjoy the ride"

"hmm, have you ever driven on the road blindfolded?"

"ah, I was fine" after crashing

"I'm glad it was you I was fighting against"

Mickvideos:

prema stranger things - where he bascially just shouts his ideas and is loudly jock and himbo coded

The 5 Second Challenge - him having to really quickly talk and think shows how he thinks really well aka himbo

The Taboo Challenge - where he has to explain something without using specific words

Seb And Mick Take On The Formula 1 Tower Challenge! - where Seb and Mick ask eachother questions as they play mega jenga

Mick and Dan at the 2021 russian gp presser - just wholesome

Mick and Sean cook pizza together - him being wholesome and happy and speaking italian

Prema Trivia Challenge - giving ultimate himbo rights

him hugging every haas mechanic after his last race w them

mick post Q2 in Canada

the groundhog video

Some minutes with Cyrus Watches: Mick Schumacher

The Texas Red Hot Sauce Challenge - shows his relationship with gary (his old race engineer) really well

Guess the Flavour: Japanese KitKat Taste Test - shows how weird mick is sometimes

Map The Track - himbo.

Mick celebrates with the team after first F1 points - hes so beloved

Gina and Crorinna's congrats after his first points

okay there's much much more, if you wanna get more into it I reccomend watching more of his prema and haas videos and just keep updated with him over his time at mercedes

dont be afraid to send me asks with questions or anyting!

and special thank you to 2/3 of the pillars of mickblr @acrosstobear and @schumaclerc for helping me out w some micklore and @stoffelvandoornegf for this post

[polaroidbills]

enhypen and their boyfriend types

genre/cw: bf!enhypen x fem!reader, fluff, like mega mega fluff, kissing & hugging, enhypen being out of their mind in love with you, literally so cutie patootie.

a/n: i thought of this at like 2am so be ready. i also tried a new layout for my work. if you want more content like this lmk!

heeseung 희승

heeseung is the type to never stop admiring you. you're on his mind 24/7. when you're next to him, he'd be staring at you the whole time. especially your lips. when you're talking, you always notice his eyes go down and come up, obviously looking at your lips. "if you wanna kiss me, just do it hee." even in a crowd full of people, he only has eyes for you. heeseung would even stare at the photo of you on the back of his phone. and sometimes he'll even space out thinking of you. "heeseung! dude, are you even listening?"

jay 제이

jay is the type to only let himself do all the work. like cleaning, washing dishes, cooking, and the laundry. he will absolutely not let you do anything of the sort, even if you try to. for example, one time you got up to start washing the dishes after dinner. but he literally sprinted towards the dirty dishes in the sink and started scrubbing. he refuses to let you do any work, because it's one of his ways of showing love.

jake 제이크

jake is the type to talk about you non-stop to his friends. he always brags about how beautiful and kind you are. and all the small details and habits you have. he will absolutely be kicking his feet, giggling, talking to heeseung and sunghoon about how you always pull your sleeve over your hands, creating paw sleeves. "she's just so cute and perfect!" it's to the point where his friends just ignore it or get annoyed at how much he talks about you. but he he can't control it. it's a habit now.

sunghoon 성훈 

sunghoon is the type to always be texting you when he isn't with you. he never wants to stop talking to you, so when he isn't with you, he chooses texting or calling or even facetiming. instead of it being annoying, it's actually very cute. he would say things like "schedule is so boring, i'm soo excited to see you soon." or "i miss you soo much baby." and i mean 24/7. half of the time he isn't with you, he's looking down at his phone, texting you.

sunoo 선우

sunoo is the type to always know when you aren't feeling comfortable or happy. he instantly knows when you feel down or not yourself. and he will do anything in his power to fix it. like when you embarrassed yourself in front of other people amd you felt really stupid. he tried to switch the topic of the conversation and told you that you weren't stupid after. or when you got a paper cut, he bandaged it up, gave you a million kisses, and watched your favourite movie. he just knows you too well.

jungwon 정원

jungwon is the type to be shy about pda, but will always, privately, show his affection in hugs, kisses, and cuddles. in public, the most he will do is hold your hand or give you a peck on the cheek. but when your at home or alone with him, he will never stop hugging or kissing you. he's always leaning on you or cudding you. but he especially gets shy when his friends tease him about you. if he's with you, he'll snuggle his head into your shoulder when he's embarrassed or shy. you find it cute how shy he is in public and he always apologizes for it because he feels that he doesn't show enough love in public. so he makes up for it privately.

niki 니키

niki, similar to sunghoon, is the type to always want to be with you, but it's 100% worse. like i mean he's with you at ALL times. he's so clingy to the point where he's your shadow. wherever you go, he goes. it's to the point where you would even need to go to the bathroom, but he also wants to come with you and accompany you. obviously you refuse. but when you open the door to get out, he's standing right there, right in front of the door, all pouty and waiting for you. he's just so cute.

@polaroidbills please DO NOT copy, plagiarize, or repost any of my work.

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

Listen, I know AUs where Jaskier always regenerates after he dies are usually sad and angsty and piny, but can we also talk about the possibility of abject hilarity?

Like, imagine Jaskier dying in completely dumb ways. Falls on his own dagger, wanders off a cliff or right into the maw of a monster, gets trampled by his own horse after its stung by a wasp, ect. And of course Geralt is stricken at first. Mourns a little. Gives Jaskier's corpse a little kick with a grumble of idiot.

If Jaskier's body is intact enough he regenerates where he died, but if not he regenerates in the soil of Lettenhove, claws his way out of the dirt and sits in the flowers to wait for his Witcher.

Scrambles upright when Geralt slips off Roach, stalking towards him with blazing eyes. "Now, now! Let's not be too hasty in, ahhh, our reunion! I'm still feeling a little fragile. Geralt? Geralt. Put that—Geralt, put down the sword!"

Geralt shaking Jaskier until his teeth rattle. Cuffing him upside the head, calling him a good for nothing cud. He told Jaskier to never run with his dagger pointed that way. Told him not to walk too close to the edge. Told him not those kelpies weren't friendly.

"The next time you die, bard, I'm going to kill you myself." "Now, you must admit its humorous you can say that." "Jaskier."

Even better if Jaskier dies at Kaer Morhen somehow. Perhaps even the first time the others meet him. Drops dead in the courtyard because he thought the purple berries were edible or something. All of the others are horrified, flock to Geralt, who doesn't even look up or stop eating his morning pie. Shrugs and grunts at the news or sight.

"Eh, he'll be fine." "...Geralt. He's dead." "Uh huh. Has he pissed himself? He's always mortified when he pisses himself." "...What."

IM SO SORRY THIS HAS SAT IN MY INBOX FOR MONTHS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

A bandit has jaskier at knifepoint to get Geralt to hand over coin but Geralt knows he'd come back so he's just like.

"okay. do it."

And even though JASKIER knows he'd just come back he's still like

">:0 you BRUTE you BRUTISH BRUTE YOU"

"you would come back."

"ITS THE PRINCIPLE."

And eventually the bandit just lets go and Leaves and jaskier doesn't even notice because he's too offended

[numetaljackdog]

bro there's a fucking soccer meet or somethin happening in this dunks rn im just trying to get my mango refresher. im just trying to slunk some slop in this house of dunks and theres some little minivan warriors stomping my crop. it's like a girl cant even hold onto her slop and her crop at the same time these days. in this mighty kingdom of dunks. last time i saw this much fluffy blond fringe was on the chicks at the petting zoo but at least those little guys had a rudimentary understanding of the concept of a queue. and i mean they were no stranger to slop, either. there was some common ground between me and the baby chicks. y'know? i felt like we could understand each other. brought into this world just looking for some slop. soccer boys though, they couldn't care about that. it's all gatorade and grass clippings for them, yessir. at least hit the gas station. listen boy, you hit that gas station across the street and you get yourself one of them big gatorades, the ones with the plastic handles that break immediately, you get yourself one of those and i promise you, i swear to you that will give you enough sustenance to complete your grazing session. all those lawn clippings. chewing em like cud. but go, boy! go, and leave this place forevermore!! take your friends, heed my warnings, and leave this house of dunks!!!!!!

[snow-143]

Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

three- drunken rambles (0.5k words)

Jungkook’s pov:

7am. Soft light is shining through my curtains, blinding my dry eyes a little. God, what did I do last night? Searching for my phone, I'm a little shocked when I find it still open. On a call with...

with y/n? The fuck? 

Well this is far worse than anything else I was thinking. Great job Kook. So much for keeping your distance. Who am I kidding, that plan was catapulted out of the window when Miss fuckface paired us together.

Sighing I unlock my phone, hoping whatever I find on there will enlighten me on my thought process. 

And what do you know, it opens right into my notes app, with a lengthy paragraph. This should be good. 

It takes me a little longer than I'd like to admit to be able to understand the words I had written down. My drunken rambles and the current state of my vision don't seem to mix well. Who would've thought?

-I asaw her today agsim. MY chets hurt. She didnt seem happy to see me :( I was a meanie. She so prety when she mad tho. Wantd to squish her cheks. But noooo av got to be an IDIOT! Kookie IK your reeding this. YOURE AN IDIOT. shld i text her? i should. im smart unlik you!

shes not replyng. Does she hate me? I'm sorry :( it just hurts to see you love. i wish i cud tell you al of this. but itll hrt you even more. i dont wanna hurt u. i dont wana hurt. i sould call her? shes saw? seen? idk but she red the mesage. im gonna call her.

SHE ANSERED! kook she answerd we were scared for nothing. her voive so prety. I missed her voice. I miss her.

JEOM JUNGKOOK YOU BETTR NOT FORGER TO MEEET HER. CAFE 2PM. DOT BE PUSSY.

so stupid. gonna apolisse. shes so quite.

she said irs okay :( ts not okay. i know its not. was noce to hear tho. its okay :)

m so sleepy. so noce to talk again tho nixkxk njuhi-

Well that was a hard read. 

She stayed on the call after I fell asleep? Sighing I roll over and try and get some more sleep. Not hanging up the call. 

----------------

12pm. Safe to say my attempt to sleep off my hangover didn't work. Unless you count me lying in bed listening to her soft breaths until my phone died. Best part is I was about to finally pass out right when I realised her little sighs had been cut off. 

That was 9am. Three hours ago. Three whole hours of me stressing out about what I'm meant to do. 

I could just not show up and say I didn't remember, even I know that's too far. I'll have to face her eventually anyway. She probably won't even show up. Right? Right. It'll be fine. I'll go just in case. 

It's okay. The words do laps around my head the whole time I'm waiting for her. Yes waiting. I showed up an hour early. Like some over exited loser.

I wonder how she said it. Was she being genuine? Was it half hearted words fuelled by pity?

That's something I may never know, but right now I know that she's walking directly towards me. Shit. Shit. SHIT.

prev | m.list | next

////////////////

a/n: stressed asf lately so bare with me guys 🙏

[urmomw4ntsme]

4, 23, 25, 15 for the ask game <3

hiiii lilyyyy <3 ty for the ask

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

ok so it depended on which teacher u asked ig? cus my language teachers adored me (😋 academic validation yes) but my p.t. teacher LITERALLY H A T E D me like from day 1 to day last she LOATHED me i have a suspicion why but forget that but my science teachers also loved me mainly cus i was good at science then 😭

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

okay well we never had to read books for assignments but we had library books that were switched weekly from 5th grade right? and i wud say my fav book that i read out of those was probably 'The Twins at St. Clare's' by Enid Blyton or the Secret Seven series. i love love loveddd these ones i would literally beg around asking for who had the next book in the series so that i could exchange my current book with them next week. another series i literally loved sm was the fairy chronicles by J. H. Sweet. like, r u kidding me? just look at the names of some of the books they SOUND so good

and they are kind of spiderman-esque? like, i dont remember very clearly because i was literally 10 when i was reading these but i think it was smth like there is a secret fairy society and these girls are fairies but they can't tell their parents or any normal human but they have to save the world whenever there's smth wrong it was SOOO GOODDDD. anyway i'll stop ranting about them now 😭 (also one last thing, i loved the twins at st clare's sm that i actually googled if st clare's is a real school where i can convince my parents to let me go to BECAUSE IT SOUNDED SO AWESOMEEEE AAAA)

23. strange habits?

ok so out of the habits i do know that i have, some strange ones are:

i am one of those people who will crack(?) their bones sm it will either terrify you or piss you off. not kidding. i start with my back, the typical try to bend backwards with some kind of support halfway till your back, and then i twist my upper back all the way to the left and then to the right and it literally sounds like gunshots. (i think theres sm up with that, gonna go to the doc soon) next i crack all my knuckles etc etc etc i do it with my elbows and my knees too its sooo satisfying but it drives my dad crazy aksjks

i touch my nose a lot. this is smth i have noticed recently but i feel like whenever im having a convo with someone and dont know what to say i scratch the bridge of my nose or just touch it or smth and its SO SUSPICIOUS 😭 like i feel like the person's gonna think im hiding something or lying i promise im not suspicious im just nervous or smth 😭

i......sing. like, when you're saying smth but u realise that that sentence is a song lyric too and then why would u say it normally when u cud sing it like an i-deserve-a-grammy-person? yea. that. i do that a lot 😔 do u still think im cool

25. first song you remember hearing?

i donttttt knowww i guess it would be a lullaby or a nursery rhyme? i really dont remember any songs from my childhood 😭 like i guess i remember the theme of this one cartoon i used to watch which was called 'chhoti anandi' (its so cool i still sing it sometimes) but i think i was around 8-9 when i started watching it? pretty sure i listened to more songs at that time and before that too but ig thats one of them so 💪🏽

[midnightcreator12]

I need to say this, cuz smth embarassing happened to me and now I can't stop imagining Chula in that scenario and literally any turtle.

Because yesterday, I was talking to one of my friends and on one word, I started stuttering SO much. Istg it was SO bad😭

I went "Haha, crazy that you said that cud-cu- don't- I-dont...do-don't.. huh???? Cuz you- don't.. what the fuck were we talking about??"

And now I can't stop this moment in my head and I need to get it out somehow. However, knowing my mind (hopefully) it won't stop anyways but yea, i've been imagining Chula as the poor girly-pop who needs to listen to Leo stutter as if he don't know how to fucking talk. Or she'll laugh, who knows?

She gon go "Oh don't worry bout my kid. He's okay. Or...mildly on drugs... morphine...maybe. Wouldn't know how THAT happened tho. Or he knows how to un-learn the whole shabbing alphabet. Could be it."

Don't mind me. Just a lil' guy that wants to feed myself and others some serotonin with these little shenigans.

Be sure to drink a lot and treat yourself to your favourite snack. And don't forget those blankets for some nice rest this night.

-Best regards, everyone needs therapy, but I do too, so that makes up for it.-

So, your ask got me think of what Leo could be rambling about to cause him to stumble over his words. Which made me think about when I stutter like I don't know English and how it happens most often when I'm overly excited about shows and movies and my brain moves quicker than my mouth.

And THAT made me think about the fact Chula basically lives in the Rise Lair now so, of course, the boys will be showing her all the Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim movies. And THAT made me wonder what Chula's relationship with sci-fi would be like.

Because she's LIVED THOSE THINGS, more or less. The 'fiction' in sci-fi is basically all the stuff she had as everyday items and events. But, since the tmnt shows are kind of silly, the silly shows within the shows are pretty ridiculous so Chula is basically watching a horrible interpretation of a rough idea that was a fully developed thing in her dimension.

In short, Chula Verd doesn't like sci-fi because seeing all the completely incorrect interpretations of how space travel and exploration and space wars work is just painful but she knows the boys like it so she just smiles and tells them that it was a great movie.

And then I wrote a dabble about Leo stuttering while they watch a movie! Enjoy!

“Oh, oh, oh! This part is awesome! This is when Jupiter Jim crash lands on the alien turtle planet and he’s gotta fight his way to the super secret base-”

Chula nodded along as Leo explained the scene playing out of the kid's holoprojector.

Since she was staying long term, they had all taken turns catching her up on ‘every modern culture medium she needed to know about’. And at the very top of that list were their favorite holo-drama franchises.

One of which was a series about this space explorer slash adventurer called Jupiter Jim. An absurdly massive franchise that, in Chula’s opinion, was following the worst interplanetary explorer she’d ever seen. It was a wonder he hadn’t started a galaxy-wide diplomatic incident and all the conflicts were usually contained to the planet he visited per film.

But the boys liked Jupiter Jim and she had nothing but time to kill, so she tried to pay attention when they dragged her to the beanbag chairs for a movie night, either as a group or one at a time. And in both circumstances, she would smile and nod and sit through the horrible inaccurate depiction of how space travel works and what the protocols were for making first contact and getting far more enjoyment from listening to Leo break down every scene and how it was made instead of actually watching the film.

Leo gestured to the screen, hands flapping almost too quickly to track as he chattered away, “Oh, the production details of this are really cool! Did you know this was made a decade ago and the effects still hold up better than a lot of the CGI they use now? Yeah, yeah, it’s ‘cause they were tryin’ new stuff, lots of stuff, the director was really trying to push JJ onto the big dogs franchise map with this! They had a whole studio that- that they made the sets in and- and- and the costumes were reva- rev- re- re-, bah, bah, bah- Revolutionary! They handmade every single cell- sale- sail- Fuck!”

Chula blinked when Leo cut himself off, crossing his arms and blowing an angry little raspberry. She waited a few moments for him to keep going, mild disappointment rising when he just made unhappy little grumbles under his breath. 

She glanced back at the holo-drama, fighting the urge to wrinkle her nose at it. She would never, ever tell the boys but…she had found out after the first Jupiter Jim film that she didn’t enjoy ‘science fiction’. Mostly because of the fact that most of the hypothetical ‘fiction’ was very close to things that were pretty standard on most of the planets she’d been to in two realities. But the movies got so many things so ridiculously wrong it was almost painful for her to watch. The only part she enjoyed about the sci-fi movies was how into them the boys would get, flapping their hands and ranting about their favorite part. 

So Leo not talking anymore was quickly sapping her enjoyment of the one-on-one, impromptu movie night. She leaned over to Leo, lightly bumping their shoulders and asking, “What did they handmake?”

“Huh?” Leo blinked, face smoothing out from the pinched, grumpy expression as he looked up at Chula. 

She tipped her head towards the film, where ‘Jim’ was not doing his job as a ‘simple space explorer’ very well, considering he started shooting the moment an alien poked their head into view, “You were saying that this was the holordrama that made the franchise take off, right? And that they handmade somethin’ that helped it do that?”

“Right, right, uhhh, the alien suits,” Leo, much more calmly this time, pointed to where a turtle alien was running across the screen. “The, um, costume department made every scale on the turtle suits by hand. It helped make them look super realistic.”

Chula nodded, waiting for Leo to keep ranting about the film.

Except he seemed to deflate, tucking his knees up and propping his head on them to stare at the screen.

It made Chula a bit sad, seeing all the excitement just poof away. She loved it when Leo got excited about stuff, waved his hands around, and talked a mile a minute. It was weird when he got too quiet, reminded her of the first few weeks of them traveling together when he was scared and lost and didn’t fully trust her yet.

She carefully poked at his side and jerked her chin towards the holo, “What was the secret behind the little sidekick’s tail? I imagine doing all those stunts was hard to pull off without looking fake.”

Leo’s head perked up a bit, eyes flicking up to see the small, red and white furred alien that followed JJ around, “Red Fox? Oh yeah, she’s a yokai! Me and my bro’s met her once, she helped us save Raphie and JJ from getting melted in acid.”

A part of Chula knew that that statement should have set off more alarm bells for her.

But something she’d learned with these crazy kids was that their lives were nuts and it was better to roll with the punches and weird, wildly out of context statments as they came.

So, instead of freaking out, demanding details, running to Raph to ask if he’d gotten any acid on his person during that event, she nodded and turned back to the holoprojector, “What led up to that little misadventure?”

And, like magic, Leo was rambling away again, sitting up to recount the epic tale of when he and his brothers had gone head to head to claim the coveted place as Jupiter Jim’s fake sidekick.

Chula listened, only interrupting to ask questions if Leo stumbled over his words again in his excitement and basking in the warm atmosphere of the room.

She didn’t like sci-fi, but she loved listening to the boys talk about it so she could put up with a couple hundred terrible movies.

[misskattylashes]

I was tagged by the lovely @paperlovesadness to shuffle one of my playlists and list the first 10 songs that come up.

I am going for my Katty Lashes playlist which I often listen to when writing

1. Closer - N.I.N

2. Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me - The Smiths

3. Never Had No-one Ever - The Smiths

4. The 2 of Us - Suede

5. Wild is the Wind - David Bowie

6. Nights in White Satin- The Moody Blues

7. The Man Who Sold The World - David Bowie

8. Victims- Culture Club

9. Last Request- Paolo Nutini

10. Treat Me Bad - Cud

I'm so Indie it's painful!

Tagging (sorry if you have already been tagged)

@standingnexttome2012 @glass-bottomed-ego @lalaballa1977 @barmans-fault @sonicshimmertrap @uhbasicallyjustmilex

[seungfl0wer]

Hiii^.^ cud u do a Minnie drabble???? Anythin u want i jus need more Minnie content ^.* tyyyy<3

Thank you for requesting this😭 I had a lot fun doing this one! I really hope you like it! Also I agree I need more Minnie Content too!

WARNING smut below! May not be suitable for everyone!

Seungmin x Reader (GN)

*You’re in luck*

-💙

Curled up in your bed, sleeping the night away you hear the door creek open. A familiar sound that meant finally your boyfriend was home. You opened your eyes sleepily to see Seungmin placing his stuff on the floor. He was trying to be as quiet as he could be not to wake you but that never works, the sound of the door is almost like an alarm at this point. Telling you “hey wake up he’s home.” It didn’t really bother you though, made you happy to know he was home safe.

He quietly walked over to the bed, placing a small kiss to your head “go back to sleep love, I’m gonna shower.” He said before placing another kiss to your forehead and heading to the bathroom. Did you listen? I mean you tried to but you were eagerly waiting for him to back to get some needed cuddles.

About 30 minutes later Seungmin comes strolling out your shared bathroom with only a towel lazily draped over him. He figured you’d be asleep but you just laid there eyes wide, ogling your mostly naked boyfriend. It’s not the first time you’ve seen him naked, you’ve done the tango many times but every-time you see his beautiful figure it felt like the first. He was so breathtaking. “You know I can feel your eyes burning into me” he teased before throwing his towel at you.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it” you chuckled, your laughter quickly faded as you realized he was now bare naked. Nothing to him, no towel covering him. You gulped, feeling your cheeks heat “wow” you stutter out. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself a smirk forming on his face “hmm? Like what you see” he said cockily.

You could only muster a nod yes. He made his way toward you placing his index under your chin “babe I think you dropped something” he said as he closed your mouth. He leaned down to your ear “better keep it closed before It gets stuffed” he said in a low whisper. He knew exactly how to make you go crazy and oh boy was it working. “And- and what if I want that” you mustered out daring him to do so.

“Yeah?” He said making sure to make eye contact with you. He studied your face for a few moments “Well love you’re in luck” he said taking a seat on the side of the bed. “Come here and let me then.” He said with a teasing tone. You didn’t even hesitate before you were right beside him.

You wouldn’t think looking at his innocent puppy like face but a lot of the time Min was a horn dog. I mean you both were still young so that drive was always high. But he loved teasing you, loved wrecking you his favorite thing was hearing you say his name. It really just drove him crazy. Knowing you were a complete mess for him only thing in your mind was him.

You quickly leaned down seeing his half hardened member. You kissed it softly before taking his length into your mouth, which urned you a heavenly groan from him. His cock getting harder and harder with every Bob of you head. Min ran his hands through your hair his held your head still before he quickly started to fuck your face. You could almost feel his cock hitting the back of your throat. His soft moans started to turn into curses and groans.

He could feel his high coming but he didn’t want it to end yet, he pulled out of your spit cover mouth before pushing you down into the bed. He quickly pulled your shirt off kissing every inch of your body. Leaving pretty little purple marks all over. He played with your entrance wanting to get you all ready for him. All ready for him to pound you into next week, make it so you couldn’t walk the next morning.

Min kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he continued to play with you. Your moans escape with every movement. You wanted him so badly, you needed him. As if he was reading your mind he pulled away from the kiss “how bad do you want me darling?” He asked placing his length at your entrance teasing it. “God Minnie so badly, I want you so bad” you said moaning at the feeling of his cock sliding up and down your entrance. “Yeah? Have you been waiting for this all day?” He asked with a smug smirk.

You nod “yes, please! Please i need you” you said desperately just wanted some sort of touch anything. He chuckled a bit before slowly pushing just half way in “say it baby” he demanding you knowing full well what he wanted to hear. “Fuck. Me. Seungmin.”

Not even a second later he was pushing his whole length into you, filling you up with all of him. He only gave you a second to adjust before he was pounding into you. As much as you wanted him you know he wanted you just as bad. He gripped onto your thighs moving them up to hit as deep as he could. The room filled with both of your sinful sounds.

He quickened the pace a bit as he found your spot he could feel you unraveling beneath him. He stared down at you enjoying the view, enjoying the faces of pure bliss you were making. You gripped on to him pulling him down into a sloppy make out session. He wrapped an arm around you pulling you as close to him as you could be. He pulled away from the kiss leaning down to kiss you neck “I’m close to love” he whispered into your ear.

“I want to cum together baby” he said as he nibbled your ear. You were so close but so was he and you could tell. His thrusts were becoming sloppy his words were almost a slur, he was close. He moved his body so he was looking down at you again. He placed a hand on your cheek “I want you to look at me while you cum, I wanna see you come undone” he hissed out.

His pace quickened, his body jolting as his high was reaching. He grabbed your hand interlocking your fingers together. “Seungmin!” You moaned out loudly. Your body shook at the feeling, your entrance gripping him tightly. You both reached your high together. As he came he left out a loud groan “y/n- fuck” before filling you with all he had.

He quickly wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to him. He peppered kisses all over your shoulders as you both tried to come down from such a high. He softly asked if you were alright, if you needed anything. Before always telling you how much he loved you. He always did so, he was always one to give you big after care. Wanting nothing more to make sure you were ok.

A few minutes passed before either of you moved “I think I need to take another shower” he chuckled a bit “but how about you join me this time” he said kissing your nose. “That sounds like a great way to start the morning” you teased. Now hearing the birds chirping, seeing the first peak of sun. He sighed a bit “morning? I’m going to bed after” he teased back. You both laughed “me too I didn’t get any of my cuddles yet.” You said with a pout. “Sounds like a done deal, shower, cuddles and then some good sleep.” He said before taking your hand leading you to the shower.

💙If requests are open feel free to send one💙

[nctsplug02]

Hi! cud I get jaehyun angst fluff? oc is stressed and cries, jaehyun holds her, he gets touchy but like in a comforting way...

[2:46am]

genre: fluff and suggestive

warnings: reader has a night terror of her abusive father, butt touching. the word R@PE is used for a behind story of the reader.

jaehyun shuffles around and sighs when hearing sobs coming from the living room. “y/n..” he mumbles, head still covered by his arm.

wait. y/n.

“babe?” jaehyun sits up and hops out of bed, he runs downstairs to see you hugging yourself while thick tears ran down your rosey pink cheeks.

he kneels down and cups your face. “baby, baby.. what’s wrong? why’re you crying?” his thumbs wiping your tears away. “don’t cry, baby. don’t cry, cmere.” he picks you up and sits on the couch with you in his lap.

“baby, look at me. baby, cmon.” his voice soothing while he tries cupping your face again. “mm, it’s okay, baby.” he hugs you and rocks your slowly while rubbing your back.

“i.. hhhwooo..” you blow out slowly with hiccups interrupting.

“deeps breathes, baby. take breathes. in,” he sucks in which you follow with hiccups. “and out.” you exhale with him. “now, again.” you repeat the process several more times before explaining to jaehyun.

jaehyuns lips forming into a light pout. “what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he tucks your hair back and looks at your lashes that were soaked with your tears.

you wipe your nose and sniffle when feeling it run. “had a bad dream..” your voice cracks. “of my dad.” jaehyun sighs, his hands running down the curves of your waist.

jaehyun knew. he knew the story of how your dad beat you, nearly raped you when drunk. your dad was abusive once your mother passed away due to cancer, breast cancer. he blamed you every night and day, every second, every minute.

“baby,” he sighs, wiping away the tears that had fallen once again. “c’mere.” he pulls you to his chest and hushes you as you cry into his shoulder.

“he beat me again.. he.. he was gonna kill me.” jaehyun nods, listening to your cries. “he hurt me— he.. he..” jaehyun nods slowly, bringing his hands down to your butt and patting it slowly.

his action reminding you of how he rocked your niece to sleep.

jaehyun giving your butt pats while rocking your body back and forth. “he..” you start but jaehyun quickly ends it. “baby—“ you shake your head, shoulders shaking as you sob.

“no, jae— you didn’t.. hhh.. you didn’t save me this time.” jaehyun stops rocking and listens. “you.. you didn’t save me this time.. you let him hurt me instead.” jaehyun shakes his head.

he begins to rock you in his arms again while hushing. “shh, shh, shh.. close your eyes, baby. deep breathes, okay?” jaehyun rubs and pats your back and butt while humming a soft tune.

a few minutes of silence and you speak up. “jae,” your voice breaks. “yeah, baby?” lightly, you clear your throat. “i’m sorry.” he sighs, his hands stop patting your butt. “don’t apologize, baby. you have nothing to apologize for.” he says before silence takes over again.

“baby,” he shakes you lightly. “let’s go to bed, yeah? or do you wanna sleep on the couch tonight?” he gets no response and leans his head back.

he chuckles when seeing you asleep, your light snores picking up and becoming louder. “guess we’re sleeping on the couch.” he grunts, holding you tightly and then laying down with your body on his.

[gender-trash]

what is a popular thing u dislike

dude i am so fucking bad at liking popular things. all throughout my childhood there was not a single popular trend i did not either miss entirely or vaguely attempt to glom onto 2-3 years late after everyone else had lost interest. i literally had to give myself a crash course in disney princess movies in college because i kept going to karaoke nights that devolved into disney sing-alongs because "everyone knows them" except i DIDN'T. my taste in everything hews very obscure not because i'm trying to be a hipster but because if i'm given a choice between several options i will inevitably get extremely attached to the unpopular thing nobody likes, Every Single Time.

simultaneously this is a hard question to answer because i usually don't actively DISLIKE popular stuff? like, im not going to watch any more marvel movies, but im still chewing on a half dozen stucky fics from 2014 like theyre my comfort stuffed animals.

the main exception is popular music. sometimes pop songs have a good, catchy hook, but it gets brought back so many times like cud from a ruminant's stomach that i start hating it; sometimes they don't even have THAT going for them. sometimes they're insufferably heterosexual. sometimes they're autotuned to shit. sometimes they're just the most absolutely bland and generic Extruded Song Product i have ever fucking heard? many of them have several of these egregious flaws simultaneously. i think part of my problem is that i am a Hater and part of my problem is that my auditory processing renders me more or less unable to understand song lyrics, but i have studied too much music and have a very well-developed Melody Predictor brain lobe, and so if the song has a really basic melody and makes it up with interesting lyrics, well. that doesn't damn well work on me, does it.

and it's fucking inescapable! you can't go to Any Location, except, like, the public library (hallowed be its name), without being subjected to whatever anodyne top 40 hits the grocery store manager or whomstever thought would be the least offensive possible background music to encourage bourgeois white Californians with mildly hippie sensibilities to purchase goat cheese and mini sourdough toasts. often it's not even recent hits it's, like, hits from 2009 that i was already tired of in 2009. and grocery stores already give me enough Processing Overload because i have to make sure i'm Not In The Way and the lights are very bright and there is a lot of brightly colored packaging and often BEEPING. WHY IS THERE BEEPING. (it's possible this colors my perception of Songs You Might Hear In The Grocery Store, tbh.)

anyway i've been known to like some popular music, sometimes (i listen to a lot of music and i try not to write off any genre out-of-hand), but here is a selection of songs that are like sleeper agent triggers for me to hulk out in the middle of whole foods:

and, in the interests of balance, here are some recentish pop songs i do like:

(specifying "recentish" because otherwise i will just fill the list with Queen but we already know Queen kicks ass)

[uyinx]

Do you have any hcs for Chip and Cuddles?

OH YES like ......idk probably alot😭 but ive also forgotten alot of them ....my hcs are kinda unoriginal and arent good LOL

i could probably tell some of them also its a bit long (sorta) eeerm scratches head

i was gonna write how they also got tgt too but its too long so ill try to write it short 😭 (chipuddles lore?@?@??)

im not good with writing so im sorry theres some parts that might sound confusing (feel free to tell me!) + my english SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!

－－－－－－－－－－－

🌲🧁some random stinky chipuddles headcanons AHHH[#&*##^<⛓️🐇

－－－－－－－－－－－

-during their early "friendship", cuds would always visit chip's office just to check up on him, even though she didnt need to

chip finds it annoying at first bc it was distracting, but slowly he got used to it and took an interest on her because shes been making effort on trying to be friends with him

－－－－－

-cuds loves gifting him crafted things (paper flowers, friendship bracelet, etc) meanwhile chip buys her something that she likes or reminded him of her (probably something like red plaid pattern scarf, metal flower i guess?? etc)

－－－－－

-during their early relationship chip would feel awkward with cuds physical affections (kisses, hand holding etc) because hes not used to it and most of times he doesn't know how to react (doesnt mean that he doesnt like it either!)

after a while, he got used to it and slowly he started giving back small affections too :> (mostly he likes holding her bc shes easy to hold)

－－－－－

-cuds would always be the one to ask him to go out together (because shes always free and chip isnt LOL, ofc hed try to find his spare time when he can)

no matter how many places she likes to hangout with him he really doesn't mind much, as long as he gets to spend time with her and make her feel happy

－－－－－

-cuds would def be the one who always talk alot more than him and he loves listening to her (feels a little less lonely yk)

professional yapper and professional listener basically ................

－－－－－

-id like to think that sometimes chip likes to observe on whatever cuds is doing, and whenever she notices him looking at her she'd always ends up making eye contact on him, which its something she hates alot (well not really, she just couldnt handle looking at him💀) she just feels really flustered about it and he finds it cute <:]

thats all i could write, theres probably more hcs i have but again i forgot most of them LOL i hope its not too long either😭 (i think i already wrote it too long JGGKG you dont have to read all of them though kjgyfduryd OH AND THANK YPU FOR ASKING..............🙏🙏🙏)

[original-character-championship]

Bracket H Round 1

Poll 24

Skitt & Ena & Olive (@bootsieboots) vs. Apricity Nix (@decapod-appreciator)

495. Skitt & Ena & Olive (@bootsieboots)

skitt usez any, ena usez they/it/she (bc of her eczema), and olive usez he/they

The TL;DR 4 them is that theyre little fucked up guys living in a circus 2gether. Skitt is a repressed traumatized clown amphibian, Olive is a sweet jackalope who acts like an asshole as a defense mechanism, and Ena is a chaotic little shithead w a short fuse, whos actually secretly the mom friend. I like to put them in2 situations in my head and then never write said situations down. Also theyre all aspec and trans.

Skitt:

he is simply a little guy! (puts him thru the horrors puts him thru the horrors p) Oh, hes a bit fucked up actually.

-a mishmash of basically any amphibian features i think r cool! It is also a clown! Isnt that silly? Well its actually 4 trauma reasons. Lol. lmao.

-has rejection sensitive dysphoria and wants every1 2 love him so much all the time. Cries and throws up when it inevitably doesnt work out.

-ADHD!

-super in2 fashion and makeup. Can u guess why? Trauma reasons, of course! Honestly most of her hobbies r rooted in wanting 2 escape something.

-i cant think of anything else non-spoilery 2 put here. Uhm. ze really likes bubble baths and swimming.

Olive:

A little skrunkly autismic sourpuss. He wishes that he cud b more sincere w people sometimes, but every past attempt has been met w people shutting them down, in 1 way or another. The only person in the world he feels even mildly comfortable around is Ena (and later on in the story, Skitt).

-acts like an asshole around most people bc theyre used 2 being seen as one. And by asshole, i mean a little quiet, sulking, wet cat in a corner of the room who makes angy faces at any1 who invades their space.

-mute! This is bc bunnies do not have vocal chords. Communicates thru sign language and annoyed noises. Screams when overstimulated. Yes, bunnies can scream, just not using vocal chords. There r also other sounds they can make! (mostly annoyed sounds. He does purr as well! Just like a real bunny)

-very in2 music. Plays the harmonica and other woodwind instruments that r easy 2 steal. Can they play good? Uhm. havent decided yet actually.

-has a sort of heart shaped facial scar and a broken antler he got from entirely mundane causes (antler is permanently broke, dont question how that works bc i dunno).

-very incredibly touch averse, only tolerates Ena’s touch. theyre also fat and very fluffy! Great 4 cuddling! But he wont let u. Sorry.

Ena:

Money gremlin!!! Chaotic anarchist motherfucker!!! Probably owes u money! Is currently being gay doing crime. In this world, 1 does not have to pay/steal 2 survive, but Ena does it anyways 2 fuck shit up and stir the pot.

-escaped from a shitty orphanage w Olive.

-horrible anger issues. If Olive is a sourpuss, Ena is a bomb waiting 4 an excuse 2 go off. This is bc in the orphanage, they learned that no 1 wud listen 2 them unless they scratched and fought and clawed and bit and punched. (and shocked!). Shes generally chill tho, just, its easy 2 get on her bad side.

-sorta the therapist friend, bc its good at telling ppl what they want 2 hear. Her charismatic attitude also helps when scamming people.

-uses prosthetics! In this world, aquatic animals r given the ability 2 stay on land 4 extended periods of time via prosthetics! Want 2 know more? Ask me :>

-basically blind. Electric eels have awful eyesight, and shes no exception! She can only see bright lights and colors. They use electrolocation 2 get around. (please ask me what it is if u dont know, i am v happy 2 infodump abt anything oc related!)

Remember kids, a vote 4 my ocs is a vote 4 disability, queerness, anarchy, the found family trope, little guys being put in situations therye entirely unequipped for, furries, and much more!

Skitt has a triangular dress with purple and yellow split colors, and purple leggings. Pointy, slender legs. A long pointed yellow hat with a little green thingy on top (idk what to call it). Blue eyes with froglike pupils. Minty-green, short, curly hair. A classic clown makeup look (off-white facepaint, a clown nose, and pennywise-esque makeup lines going from the bottom of his eyebrows to the sides of his mouth.

Olive is a jackalope with short, olive/forest green hair swooping over one eye. His eyes are the same color as his hair. Most of their fur is darkish brown, while his belly, his inner thighs, and lower left arm is beige. their right arm, lower legs, and the top of their ears are black. Only wearing black arm warmers thanks to sensory issues.

Ena is a vaguely pirate-themed girlie. Dark brown skinned, with grey arms and greyish legs. Big thicc tail. Mostly black hair. Tattered black shorts and an even more tattered, dark green crop top. Has red eyes and a red sash tied around its waist. Lots of little spots all over their skin. lazy-eyed.

496. Apricity Nix (@decapod-appreciator)

she/her

she's a werewolf she's aroace she stalks people on accident. she didn't know what a crime was until the police went after her. her best friends are a supervillan and a failed actress. she thinks she would make a good detective (she wouldn't). she's fun and friendly and sweet but still a fully thought out character. she runs away from her abusive home to find her sister and in the process finds a whole new family. she even takes down the government.

Pris is a short, pale girl with  black hair styled to look like wolf ears. she has brown eyes with diagonal red pupils and a bit of a snaggle tooth on one side.

[justabooknerdposts]

Hey! I think you've been taking prompts recently which made me very happy (if not, then totally fine) I'd love to read one where Percy and Annabeth sleep tgether for the first time in the Poseidon cabin (not in the sexual way, but wud still be a huge moment for them kind) for sm reason, ive always felt Annabeth wud bethre shyer one in this scenario xD also a moment of them in uni as they're maturing and their relationship is getting more serious (cud be in a physical way too?) would be awesome.

I'm lovingg reading all the other prompts, immediately canonizing them in my mind. Hope you're doing grt <3

Hi! Happy Annabeth's Birthday! Here are the responses to the two parts of this prompt. If you go to Fanfiction.net or Ao3 (which is working again, yay!), they're two separate chapters in my Tumblr Prompts fic, if anyone would rather read them that way. Hope everyone is doing well!

In the Poseidon Cabin

I DO really like this prompt because they're so calm in MoA when Frank catches them in the stables that it definitely feels like it’s not the first time they’ve woken up together.  Like, they were kind of embarrassed about getting caught, but neither of them acted at all embarrassed about having fallen asleep together, which I thought was interesting.  So, yay for this prompt and the opportunity to explore that lol thanks!

The guilt was stupid.  Annabeth knew that.  But still, two days after Percy’s disappearance, she couldn’t help mentally beating herself up.  They’d been searching for him night and day with no luck.  She’d hadn’t initially been too worried—he occasionally disappeared for a few hours, or even half a day, on random quests or to help sea creatures.  He’d never been gone this long, though, without alerting someone.  But Sally hadn’t heard anything and neither had anyone else.  There were no leads.  He was really and truly missing.  And, Annabeth had to admit, she hadn’t been holding out much hope.  It was the way his bed looked—the covers weren’t tossed back or rumpled like they normally were when he climbed out.  They were just limp and crumpled, still pulled up as if he’d simply disappeared out from beneath them.  Which meant that something worse than a random small quest was going on.  Annabeth just couldn’t figure out what.  The lack of information was infuriating.  To be honest, that felt better than the guilt, but the guilt kept creeping back.

She should have stayed in the Poseidon cabin that night.

There was no logical reason for her to be feeling this way.  Percy hadn’t asked.  She hadn’t offered.  And it probably wouldn’t have changed anything if she’d been there.  But what if it had? 

That was the thought which kept threatening to drive her crazy, like a pesky gnat she couldn’t swat.  It was possibly tied to her fatal flaw, thinking that she could have prevented whatever this was.  But she couldn’t help it.  She felt as if she had failed Percy at a moment when he needed her.  And that hurt.

After scouring the forest again for any sign of him (there was none) and then checking in with Tyson and Rainbow at the beach to see if there was any update from under the sea (there wasn’t), Annabeth felt herself start to crumble.  And it wouldn’t do any good for the other campers to see her like that.  So, needing a quiet place to get away from everyone for a few minutes, Annabeth went to the Poseidon cabin.

She perched on the edge of Percy’s bed and closed her eyes.  Maybe, if she listened very hard, the room would whisper to her what had happened.

But it didn’t.  She was just there, alone.

Tears burned Annabeth’s eyes.  She took a deep breath, fighting them down, because if she started crying now, she wasn’t sure she would stop.  And that wouldn’t do any good.  Instead, trying to distract herself, she thought of the first time she’d fallen asleep in the Poseidon cabin.

In the four months that she and Percy had been dating, they’d accidentally fallen asleep together a handful of times.  Usually, it was on the couch at Percy’s apartment while watching a movie, and once at her dorm.  But the first time had actually been in the Poseidon cabin, about a week and a half after they’d started dating.  It wasn’t anything scandalous.  They’d just wanted a few minutes away from everyone else.  So they were lying side by side on Percy’s bunk, watching the hippocampi swim across the ceiling.  It had been a long day.  There’d been a very intense post-war Capture the Flag game.  Everyone had seemed eager to throw themselves into a battle that wasn’t actually life or death.  Clarisse, in particular, had been spoiling for a fight.  Annabeth’s shoulder was still aching where she’d taken a hard hit from the daughter of Ares while doing guard duty near the creek.  Of course, Clarisse hadn’t come away unscathed.  Percy had drenched her in a wave of creek water.  While she’d been shouting at him and threatening him with her spear, Malcolm darted across the creek with the flag and the game was over.  Clarisse had been even less happy about that.

“How’s your shoulder?” Percy asked, probably because Annabeth had just winced when she shifted it.

“Sore,” she admitted.  “But I’ve had worse.”

“It was the shoulder where you took that knife, though, wasn’t it?”  Percy’s brow wrinkled with concern.  “That’s a low blow.  Clarisse should have known better.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes.  “Percy, that was almost two weeks ago.  The wound is completely healed.  Plus, you’re assuming Clarisse is observant enough to even realize that.”

He made a face at her, but didn’t argue.

Annabeth slid her fingers along the inside of his arm until she could take his hand.  “Besides, you got her back pretty good.”

Percy grinned.  “Yeah, that was fun.  Reminded me of old times.”

“At least you didn’t get me, too, this time.”  Annabeth nudged him with her good shoulder, remembering one of his first days at camp, when he’d drenched Clarisse and her cronies (and Annabeth) in toilet water.

“My bad.  That was friendly fire.”  Percy turned his head to kiss her cheek and Annabeth felt a flutter run through her.  “Plus, I had literally no control over my powers at that point.  I’m still not actually sure how I made those toilets explode.”

“Maybe you should practice?” Annabeth suggested sweetly.

Percy considered this.  “I could probably hit the Stolls the next time they steal something.”

“I like that idea.”

They both laughed.  Annabeth scooted closer until she could lay her head on Percy’s shoulder.  Golden afternoon sunlight made the bronze hippocampi shimmer against the stone ceiling.  Everything felt warm and calm and peaceful.  Percy squeezed her hand, but didn’t say anything.  Annabeth felt her eyelids getting heavy.  Outside, campers’ voices rose and fell, the usual sounds of talking, shouting, swords clanging from the arena, the climbing wall rumbling.  Inside the cabin, the only sound was the rush of their breathing.  Eventually, they’d both fallen asleep, only waking up when the conch horn had sounded for dinner.  Annabeth had been a bit embarrassed at first, and Percy’s face had been red, but after a few moments, they laughed it off and headed to dinner.  After all, they’d been sleeping beside each other on quests for years.  It wasn’t that different.  Except, Annabeth thought when Percy took her hand as they crossed the green, it also kind of was.

Now, sitting alone in the Poseidon cabin, Annabeth looked up again at the hippocampi, but sunset was nearly past and the cabin was dark, the stone walls reflecting a pale gray light.  There was no wind, so the bronze figurines just hung limply on their strings.  Everything felt darker and dimmer than that memory, which made everything hurt worse.  Annabeth bit her lip, forcing herself not to cry.

The cabin door swung open.  Annabeth jumped.  For one moment, she felt a disbelieving surge of hope, already imagining that it would be Percy in the doorway.  Her heart plummeted, though, when she realized that the figure standing there was Tyson.

“Sorry, Annabeth,” he said.  “I did not mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay,” Annabeth said, trying to hide her disappointment.  “I mean, I’m sorry about being in here.  I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Tyson shrugged.  “It is okay.  I don’t mind.”

“Thanks.”  Annabeth wondered if she should get up, but she couldn’t seem to find the energy.  Plus, it appeared that Tyson really didn’t mind, as he came over and sat down beside her on Percy’s bed.

They were quiet for a few moments. Then Tyson said, “I miss him, too.”

Annabeth crumbled.  She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, and buried her face in her hands as the tears fell.

For a while, they just sat there, tears dripping from Annabeth’s hands onto her jeans as Tyson patted her back.  Finally, though, Tyson said, “We will find him, Annabeth.”

Annabeth couldn’t understand how he could have so much confidence in his voice.  But still, she raised her head enough to look at him.  “Do you think so?”

“Yes,” Tyson said without hesitation.  Annabeth almost believed him.

A gust of sea breeze blew through the open windows and a last glimmer of gold from the sunset broke through, gilding the bronze hippocampi now gently twirling above their heads like weathervanes unsure of which direction to point.

2ND RESPONSE: SOCKS

Set during either their freshman or sophomore year of college.

As she flipped through her textbook and shuffled her notes, Annabeth felt a pounding headache start behind her left eye.  It was nearly midterms and she’d been studying for what felt like hours, sitting cross-legged in the middle of her bed in her New Rome University dorm room.  Her roommate had gone home for the weekend, so Annabeth had the room to herself, which was a rare treat.  And Percy was on his way over with dinner, so that was good news, because on top of developing a headache, she was starving.  She’d skipped lunch to keep studying.  Which was starting to feel like a huge mistake. 

A knock at the door signaled Percy’s arrival.  Annabeth bounced up from the bed.

“Hey.”  She smiled as she opened the door.

“Hey.”  Percy grinned back as he held up the takeout bags from their favorite Mediterranean restaurant.  “Dinner is served.”

“You’re the best.”  Annabeth kissed him, then shut the door behind him as he walked in and kicked off his shoes.

They ate sitting cross-legged on her bed while her laptop, balanced on top of the stack of books on her nightstand, played reruns of a TV sitcom.  Annabeth tried not to groan as she bit into her falafel pita, but it was tough.  She hadn’t realized just how hungry she was until now.

“Oh gods, this is so good.”  She poured more tzatziki sauce over her pita and took another bite.  “Magnus would be so jealous right now.”

Percy laughed, then frowned thoughtfully.  “Wait, can’t he order whatever he wants from that hotel?”

Annabeth shrugged and took another bite of falafel.  “According to him, there’s nothing like falafel from a real Earth restaurant.  Apparently there’s a specific one in Boston that’s the best.”

Percy’s frown deepened, a furrow appearing between his brows as he tapped his index finger against his own pita.  “I bet New York has a place that’s even better.”

“Getting a little competitive there, New Yorker?”  Annabeth nudged his socked foot with her own. 

Percy’s frown melted into a grin.  “New York City over Boston every time, baby.”  He nudged her foot back, then took another bite of his own food.  She returned his smile, even as she shook her head.

Suddenly, for no obvious reason, the easy intimacy of the moment hit Annabeth.  Just the two of them hanging out in her tiny college dorm room on a Saturday evening.  Nothing special, just cozy and comfortable.  A frisson of tension buried between her shoulder blades loosened as she took a deep breath in and allowed herself to relax.

Reaching out, she put a hand on Percy’s knee, giving it a light squeeze.  He met her eyes with another smile, then put a hand on the small of her back, leaned over, and kissed her cheek.

“How was your day?” he asked her.

“Ugh, so much studying.”  Annabeth crumpled up her falafel wrapper, tossed it into the brown paper takeout bag, then scooted closer to Percy, laying her head on his shoulder.  “How was yours?”

And with that, they settled into the familiar, contented ease of the evening.

*Thanks for reading!!*

[gayshitinfinite]

16, 20, 23, 25 🌷

xxx

16. compliment the person who sent you this number.

one of the smartest, coolest people i know (like go through their blog SERIOUSLY). she's really funny and well-versed in her memes ( i have no idea how u possess the talent to think/find those things and edit so quickly. like how????? the talont, the skills, i could never).

finder of cursed emojis and maker of the cutest crocheted (crocheyed?) baymax plushie, i bow down to you. i admire your strength to keep going no matter how long it takes. thank you for every time you've listened to my problems and for sharing (and for "bringing me" ramen soup (i hope they make a kanji one soon.... or not. the ramen one is really good too), you are a good friend<3333

16.what do you want most in the world right now?

self control?(......that sounds so bad dude). to be more conscious of whats happening instead of just letting things happen (u ever wanna get out of your body and shake yourself by the shoulders and scream 'bitch u have agency, u can make decisions, u can make actions. u r not some character doomed by the narrative or something'). motivation. i'd really like some motivation abt now. god i just wanna do something. anything really. just start something, or pick up something i left off, or idk finish things.

i really want to scream 'stop leaving shit and stop being scared of trying or doing something all the time. GOD' at myself

do something. yeah i really wanna do something ( she sounds like she cud be talking abt drugs. she is not. she's talking abt painting a mushroom (the fungus), 2 girls kissing,funny pictures of cats. binding a book, making funny/cute earrings (or just fucking completing her eng h.w for god's sake)

i'd really like to do things again. i miss it so badly u have no idea. i no longer want to pretend to be cool and mysterious and like, its hard to make me smile or amuse me. i wanna feel joy like that again. i wanna love passionately. i just want to learn and create something. i want to practice a skill and see it's effects bear fruits, uk. im so tired of laying around watching time pass me by and feeling regretful and disappointed and so so guilty for no reason. like can u do something different for MY sake plsss. im so tired and i dont wanna rest. im so tired of resting. i'd really like to stop being paralyzed and overwhelmed by the things i want to do. and instead just start something. or complete one thing i left off. just pick it up again. one thing. one thing for now.

so.. yeah, get my shit together and do something. thats what i wud like to do

23.favorite piece of clothing?

a frilly (kind of) white shirt with little bit lace on it that makes me feel like a pirate. a blue jacket (actually a hand-me-down-shirt), a handme down tshirt.

25. what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.?

honestly, i really love hugs. getting hugs or holding hands with people i love and care abt. but i guess that's not a 'personal gift'.

i really love notes or like letters. like write me something stupid and I would probably keep it forever.

i love being send memes, or articles or quotes or poetry(esp. if it like breaks something in me and puts me back together or something for a sec). ig i like getting written stuff. huh thats something i havent noticed abt myself.

i also like getting music recs or cute jimkis(jhumkis) or hanging earrings.

thankyou sumi for the ask<33333( calling you sumi without chechi added feels weird. should i call u chechi?)

[ironychan]

We have finally identified one of our mystery animals!  We still don't know what the Large Herbivore is, or what killed the macawk in the grass, but we have a face for the Night Screamer.

Having made an uneasy peace with our fowl neighbours, we resumed poking around cataloging the local flora.  In the process we discovered our second ungulate, a cute little fellow only about thirty centimetres tall at the shoulder.  Like the hookhorns it appears to be some kind of goat, though its horns are very short and rounded, kind of like a giraffe's.  There turned out to be four of them - and a dog.

Yes, these things have their own watchdog. Like the ones that accompanied the hookhorns, they are very similar to the goats in build and colouration.  All five animals were under the cover of low plants and appeared to be sleeping until we discovered them.  That woke them up, and the watchdog took up a defensive position between us and its charges and began to bark and snarl furiously.  Not wanting our toes to be savagely gnawed, we retreated.

Wang wants to call the ungulates Cabruahuas, like a cross between Cabra (goat) and Chihuahua (chihuahua). There's still no sign of any other humans here, so the dogs probably aren't trained... but if they just do this, then why?  They don't seem to be getting anything out of it.

This has been bugging me ever since Kibwana and I first saw the hookhorns, so I did what any sensible person would clearly do. Figuring these must be nocturnal, I sat up in a nearby broccotree half the night to watch what they did - and I still don't believe what I saw.  After dark the cabruahuas came out to start nibbling on low foliage, while the watchdog caught mice and birds that the herbivores disturbed.  Then when the goats settled down to do some cud-chewing, the dog went to two different ones and nursed.

I'm pretty sure the dog is an adult, so why is it drinking milk?  Most adult mammals can't digest milk, humans are actually weird that way.  Fresh milk doesn't seem like a good enough reason for the dogs and the ungulates to stick together like this, so there must be something else going on.  We're just not seeing it yet.

After a short rest the little herd and their companion wandered off further into the woods and I decided to head back.  I didn't want to nod off and fall out of the tree.  I had just touched the ground when the Night Screamer started its yowling, sounding like it was right next to me.

I don't even remember climbing back up the tree.  I clung to the trunk as it got louder and louder, and closer and closer.  I thought I was about to be killed by Bigfoot or something.  Then it emerged from the rhubarb and revealed itself to be this bizarre koala-cat thing, no bigger than the goats, that proceeded to howl like a tortured soul six or seven more times.  It swiveled its huge ears listening to a reply that came from somewhere out across the grassland, and then seemed satisfied and started climbing the tree.  For a moment it was startled to find me there, but I was evidently not threatening, because the little tree gremlin just gave me a contemptuous look and continued on up.

The noise may be a way of establishing territory or something.  I really don't care.  I'm just glad it wasn't big enough to eat me.  This one doesn't need a new name, it's been a Night Screamer since day one, and a Night Screamer it may stay.