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nurse she thought about gr*ywaren again come quick
#:(#would love to be able to think abt the series ive been a fan of since 2016 without getting upset#luckily i dont think about it much these days i guess#trk was flawed but there was so much for me to work with#wtf am i supposed to do with this book? its like the conclusion to a diff series#it fundamentally changed everything about ronan while also relegating him to side character#i can't even care abt the things you guys liked bc literally what was the point. if 6 books have been lies
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Delusional - Lando Norris x Fewtrell!Reader
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summary: In which the internet once again is fooled by your slightly overdramatic side. Rumors about Lando dumping you circulate but luckily the Mclaren driver is just as delusional as you are. Social Media Au
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Home
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y/nfewtrell in my feelings bruh
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maxfewtrell did you take my hoodie?
y/nstans what why????
user567 sense a breakupppp
f1islife stunning
arthur_leclerc *plays taylor swift
user345 arthur what do you know
y/nandlan Lando didn’t like?!
user567 see his post? he seems completely unbothered
user898 Landos too good for her anyw
f1gossip you sound bitter
user787 i just always had weird vibes from her
f1gossip we‘ve met y/n and she‘s literally an angel
y/nfewtrell thanks means a lot
landonorris
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landonorris how I try to entertain
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user687 such a hottie
f1fans someone say unbothered cough
georgerussell63 I thought you were on a diet?
alex_albon he‘s abt 4ft tall he doesn’t need a diet
mclaren next week we back to veggies
f1lover wheres the missus
user789 y/n doesn’t attend most gps she goes to university
f1fans yeah but so do Alex and Kika yet they seem to be way more supportive
user789 I‘m sure shes supportive just maybe also focused on her on career?
y/nstans y/n not liking landos post has me scaredddd
maxfewtrell looking smug
landonorris thanks bestieeee
maxfewtrell
Paris
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maxfewtrell took the little nugget to paris @y/nfewtrell
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user578 she‘s so cute
f1lover peeping the papaya phone case
norrisandme yes also Lando liked! they goood
y/nfrance we met her yesterday and she seemed fine
arthur_leclerc the nugget in the big city
y/nfewtrell miss you archer
f1gossip my fave friendship
user787 why is she already flirting with guys when the rumors aren’t comfirmed
maxfewtrell oh god if you think y/n can flirt you‘re in for suprises
y/nfewtrell thanks maxie :) loved the trip
team_quadrant let’s go to Brazil!!!!
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f1gossip You guys know we normally don’t cover anything realitionship releated but it looks like Lando and Y/n are going through some crisis. She appeared on a tiktok crying after a series of mysterious tweets and instagram posts. Neither her or Lando have yet confirmed the rumors. But she has been absent from his likes and vice versa.
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user676 she’s making it obvious
f1fans cloutchaser?
y/nstans shut up
landonorris @y/nfewtrell care to explain missy
y/nfewtrell no i dont care to, peace out
user676 omg they commented
norrislove they clearly are clowing y‘all
maxfewtrell the woman cries like twelfe times a day and people still wonder?
landonorris twelfe is a little much, ten maybe eleven
y/nfewtrell I have my reasons this time!
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Austin Texas
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y/nfewtrell my lanlan. I formally apologize for being a lot to handle sometimes. I do love you more than words could even get close to explain. Thanks for being the best boyfriend and bestfriend. Thanks for pretending I‘m 21 forever.
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landonorris my world, anything for you 🧡
y/nfewtrell love youuu
maxfewtrell disgusting
maxfewtrell we all know she aint 21, plus he’s MY bestfriend
f1gossip we stan an overdramatic queen
charlottesine power couple
y/nfewtrell thanks chacha
user787 how annoying all that for such a petty reason
f1fans right i was relieved he had dumped her ass
y/nstans sad people you are, she clearly makes him happy
arthur_leclerc happy 21st I guess ;)
landonorris whats with the wink you twat
f1user y/n control your mans
landonorris
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landonorris happy 21st birthday to the most beautiful 21 one year old I know. I love you so much eventhough your overdramatic soul makes people assume we broke up every couple of months. I love you my angel.
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user676 21!?!?
f1gossip look at y/ns post
f1lover they have me dead
charles_leclerc isn’t she-
arthur_leclerc shut up charlie
maxfewtrell tell them!
y/nfewtrell thanks bean. I love you more.
maxfewtrell bean? cringe
kellypiquet such a beautiful girl
f1gossip so the whole drama reallly was bc she doesn’t wanna turn 22 hahaha
user67 she‘s truly overdramatic
f1 we love a supportive and delusional king
mclaren like a true gentleman Mr.Norris
maxfewtrell
Sao Paulo
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maxfewtrell happy 22nd second you LIAR, never thought Lando would go as delulu as you. Love you nugget.
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#lando norris imagine#lando norris fic#lando norris smut#formula 1 imagine#lando norris#lando norris smau#lando norris x reader#f1 social media au#lando x reader#f1imagines#formula 1 x reader#lando#charles leclerc#football imagines#norris#oscar piastri fic#oscar piastri imagine#imagine#fanfiction#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc x reader#f1 imagine#football
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Werewolf Bites
pervious <- discomfort -> next stage of infection
tws; sickness , injuries , vomiting , violence, no use of y/n
parings: gaz x male reader (established relationship)
-> c/n - call sign
-> n/n - nickname
Fuck
You feel like you've said that too many times now.
But it was right once again.
The fluorescent lights were killing you as you squinted around the room your eyes landing on a blurry figure entering the room they said something something as they talked too your side.
It was all muffled you just stared up at them.
You probably look stupid now eyes all unfocused and ears still faintly ringing as your hearing came back staring up at them like a bug.
"..God you're probably too drugged up to even remember the past few days..maybe even too out of it to understand this again."
Again.
Hm.
You blinked as he came into focus finally.
Oh right, Kyle.
"Again?"
"..Yeah Lovie..nice to see you awake again you've been in and out of it..How's the shoulder..?"
Right the bite.
You could barely feel it really but with a quick glance at it and more colors of bruises than the rainbow itself, you guessed the drugs were working great for you to feel barely anything.
"..Can't feel it much.."
"..Good..they upped your dosage enough the last time you woke you were sobbing near screaming in pain..I..It hurt to see you like that.."
"..Oh sorry.."
He just sighed chuckled as he shook his head and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead as he leaned down.
"Don't apologize..You've been through so much..Mission was a success though..The guys have been checking in on you too.."
"..Ghost too..?"
"Yes, love..I still don't understand why you think he hates you over a small prank.."
You just whined huffing it was a small prank honestly but it feels like you've done something horrible, You could blame your anxiety or whatever the hell else is wrong with you.
But you blamed yourself.
"..Try not to think about it much..Focus on healing up.."
And focus you did.
A day had passed and you fever had gone down.
They took you off your IV and finally gave you the all-clear for a mostly solid lunch a sandwich, some apples, medicine.
Water.
You had ate everything else swallowing your pills dry.
You couldn't stand the taste of the water though.
Maybe it was just your tastebuds being weird.
Next day you luckily got juice.
Gaz visited when he could ill you were eventually back up on your feet with a still sore and off-colored shoulder.
You'd still have to get some checkups for it it would have returned back to its normal color by now you weren't that worried though you were feeling great really.
You were told to take it easy minimal training meant you were still benched on Price's order and your begrudging acceptance.
But there were pros the main being that now you were cuddled up gently with Gaz who carded his hand gently through your hair peppering kisses along your face grinning.
"I missed you so much.."
"You saw me everyday.."
"I..I mean I missed holding you..Being close like this with you.."
"..I missed you too."
God, you didn't know how you got with such an incredible man.
Luck? Pity?
Maybe both.
The day you confessed you honestly thought your heart would give out when he just giggled.
That sly man of course had to tease you he already knew the rest of team knew your schoolgirl crush on Kyle.
You weren't subtle about it.
Following him around and 'coincidentally' ending up in the same room as him.
Just being close to him made you feel all fuzzy, You didnt want to be seen as a creep but you just loved everything about him.
You both never talked about marriage but you'd give everything you had to be with him to please him the lingering fear of showing such love to him still hung around.
You fear you'd break if he left you.
Us.
"Love?"
"Mm..?"
Oh he was looking at you all concerned.
Why.
Did you do something wrong? You didnt mean too.
Please dont be upset.
"You whined..Is it your shoulder..?"
"I did..?"
"Yeah..you did.."
"Its nothing.."
You shifted as you sat up in bed ignoring the tug at the back of your mind to sit and stay.
Why were you thinking like this now?.
"Love..c'mon speak for me please.. Whatever ever it is you can tell me."
"I-..I don't know..I just..feel off.."
"You must be..youve been cooped up in the medical ward for days.."
"Yeah..I guess its that.."
You sighed as you felt him gently kiss your sore shoulder.
"Hows the shoulder..?"
"Sore..achy..but fine."
"Mm..Well thats better.."
He smiled, God that smile.
You didnt resist when he gently brought you back to laying down his hands gently glided his hands over your arms and thighs before coming back up to cup your face.
"Heh.."
"What..? Is..Is there something on my face?"
"If you mean the adorable look your giving me then yeah.."
"Oh hush.."
You both laid like that for a bit enjoying the quiet.
"Love you n/n"
"Love you too.."
a/n: hopefully this is good kinda of rushed the end
#cod#gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick#gaz x reader#gaz x male reader#reader#werewolves#werewolf au#hehe#kyle gaz x reader#kyle garrick#call of duty#no use of y/n#hehehhe
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Author note: MY FIRST REQUEST YAYYY, I hope you like this 🥲
note 2: I WRITE ON MY PHONE SINCE I DONT HAVE AN ACCESS TO A COMPUTER SO IDK HOW IT APPEARS ON OTHER DEVICES
Also idk what courting means soo I had a little hard time with that part so I’m gonna try to to replace with with pda (public display affection)
OKOK ENOUGH OF ME YAPPING
Red=kurro
Blue=bokuto
Purple=you
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*beep*
*beep*
*beep*
-the sound of ur early alarm goes off-
-you groan annoyingly and turn it off-
You think to urself
(“I should’ve went to bed earlier”)
You get out of bed and get ready for the day
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(Timeskip)
As u were walking down the hallway you pass by all the people being lovey dovey to each other, and some some volenteers decorating parts of the school in hearts.
You forgot! Today is Valentine’s Day
While you continue walking down you run into the “popular guys” or as you know them as Kurro and Bokuto
Almost EVERYONE knows them. Even the teachers are aware of them.
On the other hand You were not really known-as much. mainly because of ur shyness which prevented you from interacting with people as much. You are also on the chubby side and acording to other people’s standards. Was not really intriguing to them

But
Not for these two
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“HEY HEY HEYYY, [Reader name] how’s it going”
-He says as he hugs u from behind-
“Bokuto try not to be so loud the morning.. And hey what’s up [Reader name]?”
-Kurro says as he smiles and pats ur head-
“Say,Are you doing anything for Valentine’s Day~!? You should hang out with us if you’re free”
-Bokuto says as he does his normal smile-
“Usually on days like this people sometimes confess to there crushes and such~”
“Yeah! Like confessing to you!”
-While the duo talks to you-
This slightly catches the attention of some people since they didn’t really expect them to interact with you like that
And especially on Valentine’s Day they’re even more intrigued

You noticed that and that racked ur nerves
U didn’t really like being the center of attention
As you notice this you try to maneuver yourself self away.
“Um I gotta go..”
-You quickly speed walk to ur college lecture-
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After walking away from that situation you thought to urself
(“Thank god I got outta there, anyhow I would’ve stayed there anylonger people would definitely be curious”)
You couldn’t bare the thought of being the center of attention
You’re anxious just thinking about it
And the craziest part is that those two wants to make you their BOYFRIEND
As much as you try to avoid them
They just don’t stop trying
You try to take ur mind out of it by hurrying up to the lecture, you needed the notes anyway
(“Hopefully these 2 hours can take my mind off off this, plus I really needs those notes anyway”)
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(Time skip) sorry
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-you get up from ur seat after it felt like hours-
As you walk out into the hallway you can instantly guess who was waiting for you
“HEY HEYY HEYY”
“Yo”
And Kurro
Bokuto ofc
god. He’s been saying “hey hey hey”since he was in Highschool
Never gets old tho
You noticed that they both have something behind there back
“Since it is Valentine’s Day”
“We decided to get something for you!”
They both pull out [insert gift of ur choice]
“Maybe this could even convince you to be our significant other~?”
“I would if I were you hehe~”
In your mind u were really flattered, heck.
You ALMOST gave in to being their boyfriend
But.
That would defeat the whole point of you trying to avoid them
Writer note: I’m just gonna fast forward after this part because my brain is frying and idk what else to put for this part so you can imagine what happens there 🥲
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your walking back to ur dorm after a long day
you can just chill out for now
And your dormate decided to dropout so technically you have the room to urself
-you sigh of relief-
Luckily you don’t have to avoid those two since ur in ur dorm room!
Right?..
Right…
Smut starts here‼️
Right as you grab ur keys you felt someone hug ur waist from the back
-you jump in fear-
but that all changes when you hear that certain someone’s voice
“[Reader nameee] why have you been avoiding uss”
“I-erm-I-uh-a”
You couldn’t even form a sentence
-he puts ur hand under ur shirt-
-caressing ur whole front side while his other hand slowly makes its way down to ur lower groin-
“Now now bokuto let’s not do that in the hallway”
You could instantly guess who that was
Something in your brain told you to open the door
You can already guess where that’s heading
[fast forward]
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Right now you are sandwiched between them
While Kurro is under you just exploring you praising ur body (we love body positivity<3)
And Bokuto is in front of you giving you head
He sucks on the tip of your dick while stroking this at the same time
You’d wish he just put the whole thing in his mouth already but. He already knows you would cum instantly from him doing that
So for now he’s just having his fun <3
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Now Kurro is just loving all up on you like crazy
Kissing up all over ur neck
Leaving love bites
Telling u how handsome you look
Giving unlimited compliments about you
Just oh.my.goodnes. this man just appreciates you and loves you too DEATH.
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Zawg I hope you like this💀
I never written something like before ✊🏽
I’m not sure if I can continue the smut 😭
#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x male reader#kurro tetsuro#bokuto koutarou#male reader#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#collgeau
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song of the tulips.
DAY 7 YAYYYYYYYY we going out with a bang here people. this is probably the longest one ive written for this event
today, i went with a crown of flowers upon the head + picnicking among nature’s beauty + a dance of blooming roses ! okay that last one is kinda untrue bc i wrote about tulips instead bc apparently theres a tulip garden in san fran and it's amazing bc tulips are my fave flowers. crazy
this is actually a sequel to my day 2 entry ! you dont have to read that one to get this one but you'll get the references i put here if you do!! also a little disclaimer this one is kinda suggestive. nothing too wild, just a joke and a subtle nudge but yeah. if i could write smut i wouldve done it for these two believe me (not for this week/event but in general)
enjoy what may be my last uppercut fic for a while. thank you scrunkly week for enabling me and my selfship these past few days, you have NO idea how much this means to me 🥺
Queen Wilhelmina Garden is fairly far from where they reside in Haight Street, especially if they are to ride there on Joe’s bike. Luckily for the couple, Joe has a rare moment of pure genius (yet a common moment of money spending for Paper Cut).
A peaceful smile creeps onto Paper Cut’s face, relieved that his lover took his advice to heart. It’s not uncommon since Joe sort of sees Paper Cut as the all-knowing doctor but it does well to remind himself that the biker is as stubborn as Paper Cut himself.
“Wow, you actually bought a car this time around.”
And beautiful it is. Paper Cut does notice something about it though.
“Yeah! Look at her – beautiful, ain’t she?”
“Considering it’s the exact same model as the car you rented that weekend in summer, I’m guessing you got emotionally attached to that car.”
Joe lets out an awkward laugh then falls silent, and so does his smile.
“...We don’t talk about that car.”
Right on the money, Paper Cut thinks. He’ll humor his boyfriend.
“Anyway, shall we get going then?”
A smile that can rival the sunshine instantly makes its way to Joe’s lips.
“Last one to get in the car is a rotten egg!”
“And soooooo Sally can wait…”
“She knows it’s too lateeeee as we’re waaalkin’ on by~”
It’s full-on karaoke mode in that freshly-bought car. Though Paper Cut always insists he won’t sing along (“I’m not as good as you.” “It’s not about being good, babe, it’s about having fun!”), a part of him subconsciously makes him belt out to radio hits either way.
“Man, I love music.”
Paper Cut’s confession prompts Joe to let out a hearty laugh. The freedom in Paper Cut’s singing voice is already proof of that fact but it’s nice to hear it from the man himself. Then Joe has a flashbulb moment.
“I oughta take you out to the disco sometimes.”
“Oh God, no thank you. Too many sweaty people dancing in one small, dark room sounds like a nightmare.”
Joe often attempts to drag Paper Cut into social situations knowing he won’t ever do it himself. As introverted as he is, he’s still a social creature as far as Paper Cut’s concerned.
Joe had expected this response. The reasoning is just a bonus. But his spirit is not broken so easily (which is merely a delicate way of saying he’s stubborn).
“When you put it that way, it sounds like one! Don’t worry baby boy, I’ll make sure you’ll have a good time.”
Paper Cut falls into red, bashful silence at the phrase “baby boy”, cursing himself for being so weak to pet names as such, but especially that one. Joe only smirks, knowing his victory is sealed. After a minute, Paper Cut sighs.
“Okay, but still, I don’t dance.”
Well, now he’s just straight up lying, Joe thinks.
“You did yesterday. I saw you.”
Joe genuinely thinks this is a good argument – it would be if it weren’t for the fact that Paper Cut was not made aware of this fact.
“It is very not nice to peep on people!”
Paper Cut gives Joe’s shoulder a light hit, the blush never leaving his face. Joe manages to scratch the back of his head in shame with one hand.
“Yeah okay, but you looked like you were having a good time!”
“Keep your hand on the steering wheel, dammit!”
The two keep on bantering for the rest of the journey, the radio karaoke forgotten entirely.
They wouldn't say the idea of having a picnic here is anything original but they definitely expected less picnic blankets strewn about. But it's a pleasant sight – friends, couples, families, even individuals are out here surrounding themselves with nature's beauty with sandwiches in hand.
Thankfully, despite the amount of people, the couple still manages to find a spot for just the two of them, a little ways away from the rest of everyone else just in case Paper Cut gets too anxious (and in case Joe wants to initiate some “socially unacceptable” PDA – the two tries not to lament on the fate on couples like them too much).
They start unpacking their lunches – fried rice and fruit juices courtesy of Paper Cut, mineral water and (of course) sandwiches courtesy of Joe.
“Man, you’re out here serving us food like we’re kings meanwhile I just brought us plain-ass water and peanut butter jelly sandwiches like we’re kindergarten kids.”
The exaggeration pulls out a laugh from Paper Cut.
“C’mon, it’s not that serious. As long as it doesn’t kill me, I’ll put it in my mouth. And no, that’s not your cue to joke about you-know-what.”
A pout makes its appearance which Paper Cut ignores in grace, continuing to set up their little picnic spot with a little hum of a radio hit on his lips. With gentle sunlight and the scent of newly-bloomed tulips embracing the couple, Paper Cut feels like he’s a budding plant himself.
They start digging into their food; Joe sees this as a prime opportunity to gossip about the going-ons of their neighbors and the neighborhood kids while Paper Cut relishes in people-watching from their place.
At some point, Joe, being the kinaesthete that he is, gets up to walk around the garden but not without a quick heads-up to Paper Cut. Paper Cut, on the other hand, takes this as his cue to dominate the picnic blanket and lie down as if he’s making a snow angel (a picnic blanket angel, maybe). He soaks up the sun while he can, before he eventually retreats into his “man cave” as some locals have described his residence.
He tries to gain some inspiration from the springing of mother nature that surrounds him. Grass greener than the other side, the rows and rows of tulips in different hues reminiscent of a Holland rainbow, laughter tickling his sensitive ears, and skies as blue as his lover’s gentle eyes. Paper Cut never thought it was possible to feel this alive. Should this even be a bandage? It is an emotion so heavenly that it may transcend corporealness.
“Enjoying yourself, arent’cha?”
All things come to an end, yes, but beautiful things can begin right after. Joe snaps his boyfriend out of his trance with his teasing voice and the beautiful skies he has for eyes. In addition, he comes bearing gifts, which he then proceeds to rain down on his boyfriend who’s in the process of sitting up. Literally.
“What the–”
He is met with a shower of flowers and their healthy green stems, in which he tries to shield his face from by dropping his head and raising his hands, forming futile gates. Joe giggles and as he sits down, utters a quick apology for the prank. Paper Cut doesn’t take his teasing to heart but he pretends to sulk anyway, prompting his lover to elaborate on the sudden appearance of flowers separated from their fields and gathered on their picnic blanket.
“There’s a bunch of stray flowers around so I just hoarded them for no reason. But then this really nice lady taught me how to make flower crowns for them so that kinda took a bit of my time. You don’t mind, right?”
Paper Cut gives his lover a small laugh at his recount of his little walk. It’s difficult to get mad at this guy.
“Not at all. It’s very ‘you’ to already be making friends out here.”
Joe guiltily rubs a hand on the back of his head either way, offering an apologetic smile. His boyfriend merely shoots him a knowing glance.
“So lemme guess… you wanna try making flower crowns with me?”
Paper Cut starts to fiddle with a flower, staring at it curiously. He doesn’t have any kind of flower crown knowledge or experience so it’ll make for an interesting activity.
“Yeah! We can make them for each other!”
Joe is beaming once more. If the sun ever feels like retiring, Joe can easily fill in the vacancy.
“Haha, alright then.”
Well, at least he can say he tried his best?
For a first attempt, he’d say it’s not that bad. His demons are fighting amongst themselves to whisper in his ear that it could’ve been better while Paper Cut himself basks in the simplicity of having had fun making the flower crown.
“You finished?”
Paper Cut looks up from where his crown lay in his lap at the question and merely nods, a bit shy to show off his creation. Meanwhile, Joe raises his own like a well-earned trophy.
“Ta-da!”
The boundless wonder in his eyes can only make Paper Cut smile tenderly, matching the demure nature of the flower crown Joe made – all pale pink and yellow tulips, it’s a color combination that Paper Cut thinks is spring itself.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.”
That is all he can muster up to say aloud. There is a proud twinkle in Joe’s eyes that eventually transitions into an affectionate one, once he places the flower crown on his boyfriend’s head.
Paper Cut is as red as the flowers on his lap now and he averts his gaze out of embarrassment. A light chuckle escapes his lover’s lips but he doesn’t say anything else.
“W-Well… I made this. It’s not as good as yours but…”
The blushing boy somehow manages to mutter and, still without looking at his lover, outstretches his hands to show Joe his flower crown. It is a dance of crimson tulips, and Joe can feel Paper Cut’s deep love and passion in his creation.
“Cut… this is the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Aside from you, I mean.”
That manages to bring a laugh out of Paper Cut, his embarrassment subsiding slightly. He rises to his knees as Joe leans down to aid him in placing the crown on his head. They both laugh this time and Joe makes the first move to revert to his original position, allowing the flower crowning ceremony to resume.
They then proceed to gaze into each other’s eyes, both enamored by each other and unsure of what to do next with all this tension. But as usual, Joe initiates – once the two of them are within suitable proximity, he leans in for a delicate kiss. Paper Cut takes a second to overcome his shock and then reciprocates.
The world around seems to dissolve as they kiss and as Joe shifts to lay Paper Cut down. The former leans down once more to plant more kisses which the latter returns with no hesitation. Mother Nature sways in a sudden breeze, as if to shield them from prying eyes.
It is until Paper Cut lets out a little noise that clarity hits him like a truck. He instantly puts a hand between his face and Joe’s to stop him from continuing.
“Okay okay okay, I think that’s enough. We’re in public, remember?”
He insists as he watches Joe’s consciousness snap back into place as well. Joe only sighs, whether satisfied with their little love session or discontent that he was interrupted, Paper Cut doesn’t know. But it’s a reminder much needed for the both of them.
“It’s easy to forget when I’m around you, really.”
This time Paper Cut only rolls his eyes in amusement. His lover truly takes any chance to charm him to death.
“Corny.”
Joe guffaws as he pulls Paper Cut to sit up together.
“You like it though.”
Paper Cut lets out a brief “hah”, now leaning on Joe’s shoulder. Joe follows suit.
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”
They enjoy each other’s company for the remainder of the afternoon until they eventually have to head home (“Actually, can we stop by a mosque on the way home? It’s getting kind of late.” “Honey, you should’ve told me earlier, I’d hate for you to miss your prayer because of me!”). More bantering and singing ensue in their little car, with the addition of another kissing session once they’re actually home. But perhaps, home is wherever and whenever they’re together.
Spring is the season for the new, and the flower crowns that adorn their home walls mark the beckoning of a new chapter for the couple.
#the internet angel writes ... ✎#selfship: uppercut#reverse 1999#reverse: 1999#re99#re1999#r99#r1999#joe reverse 1999#reverse 1999 joe#reverse 1999 oc#r1999 oc#scrunkly week#SWSpring
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i wanna tell my friend about the sci fi series im reading becuz i know she read it too but she is having a hard time and i love her and my phone is broken. ive started having a weird time with food again which bums me out. i think i need to dumpster every day or find a way to get foodstamps again. luckily the rly good food distro is tmrw and im going. since i stopped smoking weed ive been occasionally smoking ciagrettes but mostly they are pretty gross and make me feel kinda sick. however, i keep smoking them. i guess i just need someting to do before bed and something to do with my hands. i think this also correlates to my food/weird lately. i had a glass of wine and becuz i havent eaten it's made me a little tipsy. i wish i was writing more. i miss the older woman in my life and i wish i could curl up in her arms becuz i know she would coo at me and pet me and tell me how much i need her which would feel nice to me. because i dont rly need her but having her acknowledge how much i need someone like her would allow me to need her. and i would like feeling taken care of like that. it's funny to post personal thoughts online. what are we doing here! my dog ran in a circle today with the deer leg bone in her mouth. she was so happy. it makes me smile so big.
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YALL, ITS YA BOI, GR4Y, AND I AM *BACK* WITH SOME *QUESTIONS*!! *insert fleshcousin yay sfx*
1. how many people buy the 💖yassified💖 fafa (i'd eat it tbh)
2. where'd boots get the 💖yassified💖 boots!? gawhdamn those are long
3. did cashier open the icecream freezer yet, i wanna buy some. (bonus, is there a 💖yassified💖 icecream flavor?)
4. Does Yassi-Spray exist?? Possibly under a different product name than Yassi-Spray? (bear spray, but for fending off the 💖yassified💖)
5. why in the FUCK is denis' tail getting stretched to oblivion in the 💖yassify💖 spectrum comic, i need to know (on the last few panels)
6. what new things can williamplayz (willyslayz) do now that he's 💖yassified💖
7. can pest sing (if so, which lady gaga song since he likes lady gaga)
8. has kasper ever tried to kill/execute (un)pleasant
9. can the 💖yass-virus💖 transfer through particles and what not
10. to add onto the last question, does kasper sneeze '💖yassify-particles💖' or something
11. oh dear dont tell me the 💖yassified💖 know how to do marketing and advertising, business, even...
12. how the FUCK did MR ring the doorbell (in the comic) when he has no hands
13. is kasper necessarily 'mad' at drretro for how she treats him (LIKE A LAB RAT. unacceptable smh)
14. does bive do blogs on the internet or something how that they're 💖yassified💖, instead of being a detective? OR DO THEY DO BOTH NOW
15. where does spud get his nails done
16. is split edible. strawberry.
17. what was the cocoon process like for pilby, how tf would it even work (since they're humanoid n stuff)
18. if bive gave reddy the 💖yass-virus💖, how the fuck did she do it?? some sorta malware program?
19. is lampert still a germophobe now that he's 💖yassified💖
20. did wallter and mark get back together perhaps (probably not)
21. what stuff DOES pest shoplift
22. what type of music does poob play at the parties
23. okay so yknow how fleshcousin has a big hole in the middle of their head? was that changed during the 💖yassification💖 process?
24. if pest bakes pie, he should start a bakery.
25. last but not least question: did kasper change their gamertag when they got 💖yassified💖.
shitton of questions i get it, but hey, thats me. (cringe too i think idk you tell me)
Another batch of questions hehehe >:D
(Another necessary cut off bdhsfqh)
1. I'd guess a lot, they are rather tasty tho also hallucinogenic
2. They probably found them in the back of the koby somewhere also they'd probably be one of the first mannequins to be infected lol
3. Never, he's hogging it all </3 (yes, mainly being sold at Crem's shop and Enphoso's store)
4. Just normal spray will do tbh, it's why Sarah carries it around ever since the outbreak started lmfao
5. My tail got infected *sobs* but dw Denis neva dies
6. More princess dresses with full faces of makeup much to Jermey's joy
7. Idk, but even if they could they would never do it haha
8. Kasper def has experimented some ways (Probably same as canon)
9. At first it was purely through bites so technically you could still smooch your yassified partner and not get infected, but as of late it seems to be getting more and more contagious. To the point it may be airborne now. Luckily Enphoso's store already has special air conditioners!
10. No, thankfully they cannot spread it through their germs. Not at all actually.
11. They absolutely do know how to do marketing and advertising </3 Enphoso is NOT helping
12. He found a way hehe
13. At first definitely, but he seems to have already forgotten about it! So he kinda forgives her!
14. Still does blogs, but it seems her new advertisements for the blog seem to be luring more people in. More people to spread the truth to!
15. Ya mama (jk, they were done by MrManeuver has a side business and for good prices!!)
16. No!!! Don't eat her cries
17. They probably got super tired and hungry at first, then made themself a cocoon, slept in it for a few days, and came out elegant as hell
18. Someway somehow a bite was enough. Even creatures made of materials that are not flesh don't seem to be safe either.
19. Yes absolutely, they probably have that clean girl aesthetic now
20. I think they're working on it (polite and fun don't mix well either I guess ah)
21. Still mainly coins, but will snatch a few lipstick tubes here and there. Now he can get away qith it more easily haha
22. Licky by Larry Tee and Princess Superstar (listen with headphones y'all)
23. Nah it's still there unless it mimics someone then they will just do the usual haha
24. He should! Maybe then he'll stop stealing coins haha
25. She would have, but he doesn't have enough robux </3
#regretevator au#yass infection au#ask post#funny lil questions haha#perfect excuse to infodump muwahahaha#also the next part is almost done#but my discord kittens /j dont gotta worry bout that they see the pages early#>:3
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hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii its been Quite a minute since i last postd huh . nothing serious going on 2 worry about thankfully im just uhhh Starting to think that we were Not built to endure thhe 40-hour work week ? But what the fuck ever i guess we ummmmm adapt!!!!!!!*grins nicely*
(""life update"" undr the cut for the freaks who r into tht kinda thing ...)
SO the new job has actually been going pretty good so far. Well as good as working any minimum wage job can be of course but it s certainly been a real decent gig regardless. surprisingly enjoyable at times even which is Huge. Definitely muchhhhhh better than evry single one of my previous jobs LOL. most difficult thing about it hasnt even rlly been related to the job itself but moreso the fact that this is the first time in FOUR whole ass years that ive like uhhh actually worked in the traditional sense i guess ? not 2 mention the other fact Which is that this is also the first time in my lyfe that i am workin full-time w/ an actually consistent schedule instead of like the spotty ""part time"" retail/restaurant shifts im used to having to put up with Oh also i work 10 hr shifts 4days in a row now so uhhhhhhh yeah theres been a lottt of adjusting ive needed to do lately To Say The Fucking Least 😀 on top that of course theres always 10millionbillion things that are demanding the money i hvnt even been paid yet beCause payroll has been a nightmare And also my psychiatrist turned into a total flake and general jackass out of literally nowhere so i gotta find a new one of those uhhh pretty soon actually LOL but i guess considering evrything that has rapidly changed in like every single area of my life recently i think ive actually been coping alright. or at least MUCH better than i hav in the past jesus fucking christtttttttttttt. mostly just been having a lot of sobbing fits and smoking a lot of pot but like whats new there right. so i would say thats pretty good given my track record :]
luckily my job does not require much if any real socializing as like a job duty or anything (THANK FUCKING GOD) But especially aftr spending a verrrrrryyyyyy long time isolating and essentially imprisoning myself in my home due 2 xtremely awful agoraphobia in conjunction with the fact of just like being Visibly Mentally Unwell and having to just embrace that as apart of who i am or whatever Any and every interaction i have with any other given person @ work makes me feel totally & completely socially maladjusted and PAINFULLY awkward and pathetic....... But at least im becoming more comfortable w/ the concept of being or at least being seen as a bumbling little freak and just feel like ive been coming back in2 myself finally once again and figuring out what all of that shit means now. the haze ive been kindof stuck in for several years by now has been clearing more and more as the days go on and im finding that im starting 2 move on from a lot of different things without even rlly intending to. ive just been generally letting go en masse but this time not in the self - destructive fashion. its nice to be able to say that and to finally have that previously unimaginable inverse experience where u encounter those things that typically rocket U up to neurotic levels of distress only 2 find yourself reacting to them as if u had never or had even entirely forgotten that you were ever tormented by those things in the 1st place . literally fucking unimaginable to me And yet somehow it just likeee happens. whut the fuck. But i dont really need or want to understand it cuz im just happy to b able to objectively say tht my life is getting better. also a previously unimaginable concept to me but one thats been seeming more and more plausible somehow despite all of the bullshit yknow?
ANYWAYS all that being said i also wanted 2 mention that over the next few days i will finally be able to go thru my inbox and share all the fundraisers ive been asked to share here since i am actually not busy as balls for a bit (For Fucking Once), but since theres quite a few ill be queueing them to post over the span of the next couple days or so to make sure they can be seen by more people!!!
okay thnx for reading(/glacing at) all of this love U now back to my typical bullshit
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waaaaaahhhhhh im gonna go insane i miss my boyfriend too much i need it to be october already so i can have him all to myself again ITS NOT FAIR I NEED HIM!!!!!!!! i keep thinking about earlier this year when i went to his state to visit in person for the first time i wish it was longer 3: i want more pics with him too i don't have enough, one of my favs tho i'll share hehe, i don't think he wants his face here but the pic below is still perfect and cozy >w< leg reveal i guess? xD
i love this pic so much i stare at it every time i miss his touch (pros of too vivid imagination + too much vr training phantom senses = i get to feel it almost enough again yippie! but its not the same) thought i should edit it to look extra cute here <3
i was only there for like 5 days but he's staying longer when he comes for my birthday and im too excited omfg. traveling is much more new to him than me since i've been to plenty of states but he hasn't left his state really so i get to show him new stuff hehehe i like that, imma show him the city!!
i also wish i wasn't a little nervous but i think its just some past trauma with relationships in this situation ( ; w ; ) but i dont actually have anything to worry about since its not like that anymore (reminder to myself: its not like that anymore) and i think its more excited nerves than anything, things will be good!
another thing i am also nervous-excited about is that he's gonna be proposing to me!!! (๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ like HUH??? ME????!!??? u choose my weirdo NEET mentally ill and crippled ass to be yours forever?? ;w; i don't know how i found someone like him he makes me feel so safe and happy and genuinely cared about, he's everything i wanted and everything i didn't realize i needed, and to think we met as middle-schoolers on ROBLOX?? specifically in the robloxian highschool rp game (∘︎>▽<。) we had quite a long and intense roleplay over multiple days and weeks possibly we were hella invested, i forgot most of the plot tho my memory of back then is so blurry
we didn't talk for quite a few years because of my mental issues getting me put into places that kept me away from online too much sadly, but he never left my mind so in june of last year i finally messaged him again with the help of some alcohol and my friend saying DO IT DO IT DO IT and thank God i did. he replied pretty quick too because luckily he was still signed into his old account on his phone and he woke up to my texts at like 3am xD oopsies
im just so lucky to have him, i feel so unsafe so much for so fucking long and finally i have someone that gives me that sense of safety and security, i dont have to be scared or stressed i can just love and i love him too much and i'll do anything to have him forever. my journal rambling for today is fitting the theme of my yandere blog posts ngl ( ̄▽ ̄;) but i didn't know i was gonna ramble like this and i dont feel like logging out sooooooo this go here instead teehee
i genuinely didn't mean to ramble so much but my new med is a stimulant so i've been a bit wired all day lmao, i gotta get the ramble vibes out somehow, if u read all this damn :o
#‧₊📝˚⊹ journaling#‧₊🐾˚⊹ my stuff#‧₊💕˚⊹ love#journalblr#diaryblr#diary blog#online diary#jiraiblr#jiraiblogging#jiraiposting#landmineblogging#landmineblr#landmine girl#jirai girl#landmine type
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For the Hurt/Comfort Dialogue: "I know it hurts, but just hold on a little longer!" Holding their hand once the pain becomes unbearable Charleshawk, please! 💜
ALRIIIIIIGHT this one was very hard to write for some reason but I finally got something im satisfied with. I tried to go for shorter here, but I dont think that quite worked. whoops
The ground shakes as another shell strikes earth somewhere far too close. Charles very nearly pitches over onto Hawkeye, catching himself by bracing one hand against the rickety wall. Hawkeye groans painfully and Charles does his best to ease himself off quickly, relaxing the pressure he’s putting against the wound in Hawkeye’s temple but still keeping his hand in place.
“Sorry, sorry.” He bites out. These are hardly ideal circumstances for first aid; battalion aid is a night mare on a good day, but the shelling is so close it’s managing to make everything much more difficult. The walls and ceiling shake with every explosion, cascading dust on their heads and covering everything in an additional layer of dirt and dust on top of the usual grime, and it’s nearly impossible for him to keep his balance. Still, he has a job to do.
Charles eases some of the pressure off the surgical sponge he’s holding to Hawkeye’s temple, checking the damage underneath. Hawkeye’s skin is smeared red with blood, and there’s an angry bruise already forming around the still-weeping scrape in his temple. Charles carefully dabs at the fresh blood that beads there, before going back to maintaining steady pressure.
Hawkeye winces, his face screwing up in pain. Charles notices his teeth are painted red- he must’ve bitten his tongue, or the inside of his cheek. He’ll have to check later. For now, the head wound is his priority. The bleeding has slowed significantly in only a few minutes, which means he likely won’t have to do stitches, but that’s a small relief when there’s a very real possibility that Hawkeye’s skull might be fractured.
All it took was one shell that hit a bit too close. The explosion shook the entire station, threw everyone standing to the ground, left Charles with his ears ringing. He managed to wobble up on unsteady legs, shaky from the shock, only to feel his heart stop dead when he saw Hawkeye crumpled in a heap on the ground, disoriented and weak, blood weeping down his face. He pulled Hawkeye over to the nearest wall and got him braced against it, giving him easier access to administer first aid.
Charles didn’t see exactly what happened, but he can put the pieces together based on their environment. His best guess is that when Hawkeye got knocked off his feet by the explosion, he bashed his head against the operating table he was standing by. Luckily he hadn’t sliced himself open on an edge. Luckily he hadn’t broken his bloody neck.
“If I ask you questions, do you think you can answer them?” He asks.
“I’m concussed,” Hawkeye informs him bluntly, apparently seeing what he's getting at, “But… sure.” He agrees.
Charles is inclined to agree with that diagnosis. In fact, he’s hoping that’s all it is. Still, he has to check. “Right,” He says. “Do you remember what you were doing right before you hit your head?”
Hawkeye squeezes his eyes shut, focusing. “…Shell went off,” He manages to recall, “Close by. But… nothing after that,” He admits, opening his eyes again, “Goes all black.”
Charles nods. At least he remembers that much. “Do you know the date?”
“Not even on a good day.” Hawkeye replies.
“The year, then.” Charles prompts.
Hawkeye has to think about it for a moment, before he answers, “1952.”
“Correct,” Charles tells him, “How about the month?”
“Shit,” Hawkeye mutters quietly, eyes searching the ceiling like it might hold the answers, “Ah… June?”
“July,” Charles corrects him. Not the most damning answer, seeing as it's only the 2nd, but still not ideal, “Do you know where you are?” He continues.
Hawkeye looks around, squinting. “Not… the 4077,” He replies, though he sounds uncertain about it, “It’s… it’s Korea, but not… the 4077. I can’t…” He grimaces, squeezing his eyes shut again, “I can’t remember.”
“That’s alright,” Charles murmurs. He checks under the sponge again. The beading of new blood is delayed, “Can you follow this?” He brings his free hand in front of Hawkeye's face and holds up a finger, moves it slowly from side to side and watches Hawkeye try to track it with his eyes. He’s squinting painfully, and there’s a definite struggle to keep up before he shuts his eyes again, “Any dizziness, nausea? How’s your headache?” He asks.
“Yes, yes, and bad,” Hawkeye tells him, not opening his eyes, “If you make me do that again, I’m gonna throw up on you.” He warns.
“I don’t need to,” Charles assures him, “I think you were right- seems like a concussion,” He takes the sponge away from Hawkeye’s temple and tosses it aside, “I won’t be able to check for any fractures until we return to camp and I can get you x-rayed. For now, I still need to clean and dress that wound.” He explains.
Hawkeye’s eyes widen slightly. It’s probably the most alarm he’s capable of displaying at present. “You sure you can’t just let me lay here and bleed?” He asks, “I don’t… I don’t mind bleeding. ’S not so bad, really.” He tries.
Charles rummages through his bag and pulls out a small bottle of alcohol, as well as a rag, a dressing pad, and a roll of bandages. He checks for morphine, for any sort of painkiller, but he doesn’t have any. He’d used them up on the patients earlier. “I’m not letting you breed new strains of infection in that,” He tells him firmly, tone leaving no room for argument. He pops the bottle open and pours some of the alcohol into his palm, then sets aside the bottle and starts rubbing the alcohol all over his hands like he’s washing them. When he looks up and finds unmasked fear written all over Hawkeye’s face, he softens his tone and adds, “I’ll be as quick as I can.”
Hawkeye watches him take the rag and douse it with the remaining alcohol. “Promise?” He asks weakly, looking like he might be sick.
“Promise,” Charles replies, swift and firm, “Now, do your best to hold still.”
It’s as painful as expected. Charles takes the rag to the wound and a strangled, animal cry rips itself out of Hawkeye the second it touches his skin. He jerks back against the wall, instinctively trying to get away, and Charles has to brace his hand against his cheek and hold him in place to keep working.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Charles murmurs, not expecting the ache of sympathy he feels as Hawkeye continues to wheeze painfully under his touch, “I’m almost finished, just a bit more…”
True to his word, Charles is done within moments. He tosses aside the rag as soon as he’s finished, then snatches up the dressing pad to tear open and press against the wound. Hawkeye groans against his teeth, hitting the ground a few times as Charles applies pressure to the wound again.
Charles gives him a moment to collect himself. Hawkeye is gasping for breath, slumped back against the wall with his eyes shut tight. “I’m going to need your hand for this next part,” He tells him quietly, “Do you think you can manage that?”
“Give… give me a second,” Hawkeye wheezes, not opening his eyes. He’s digging his fingers into the floor, his knuckles white, “Trying not to… trying not to pass out…”
That would be a mercy for him right now. Unfortunately, it’s not an option. “Here,” Charles reaches over and works his hand into Hawkeye’s, “Squeeze. Hard as you like. It’ll help.” He offers.
Hawkeye wraps his fingers around Charles’ hand and squeezes. Hard. It borders on painful, but Charles takes it without complaint. He keeps a close eye on Hawkeye, ready to catch him just in case he does pass out.
“Breathe, Pierce,” He advises, as Hawkeye’s breathing doesn’t seem to be coming any easier. He’s bordering on hyperventilating, “Slowly. In through your nose, out through your mouth,” Hawkeye manages a couple deeper breaths, and Charles rubs his thumb over the back of his knuckles, “That’s it. Keep breathing.”
Hawkeye tilts his head back against the wall. “It hurts,” He admits quietly, nearly whimpering, “God, Charles, it hurts so damn bad…”
“I know,” Charles murmurs. What he’d give for morphine right now… “I know it hurts, Hawkeye, but just hold on a little longer. You’ll be able to rest soon.” That’s a damn lie and he knows it. He hasn’t even finished properly treating him yet, he still needs to bandage the wound. Then he’ll need to drive them back to the 4077, which will be awful for both of them. And then, once they get back to the 4077, he’ll need to get Hawkeye into x-ray and treat him further from there.
“Shit,” Hawkeye’s breathless chuckle snaps him out of his thoughts, “I must be in real bad shape…” He huffs.
Charles doesn’t like the sound of that at all. “What makes you say that?” He asks.
Hawkeye opens one eye to look at him, smiling faintly. Maybe he’s delirious. “You called me Hawkeye,” He says, “You never call me Hawkeye.”
Charles keeps his relief at that admission quiet. “Is that all,” He huffs, raising a brow at him, “I’m trying to be reassuring, nothing more. Bedside manner is part of the job, after all,” He reminds him, “You’re going to be fine. You just need to wait it out a little longer.” He gives Hawkeye’s hand a small, reassuring squeeze.
Hawkeye considers him for a moment. “…Thanks,” He murmurs at last, “For, ya know… trying,” He tilts his head back again, closes his eyes, “I know it’s not… I know it isn’t easy for you. Even if it is part of the job description.”
He’s got him there. Charles isn’t great with the empathy side of the job- his word choice never seems to be right, his tone always seems to be off. But somehow, right now, it seems… easier. Maybe because this is Hawkeye, and sympathy and concern physically ache in his chest, twinging every time Hawkeye so much as winces.
He doesn’t know how to voice that, though. So he simply says, “…You’re welcome.”
Hawkeye hums his acknowledgement. A beat passes, before he asks, “Can I ask another favour?”
Charles nods. “Go ahead.” He invites.
“Would you… keep talking to me?” Hawkeye tilts his head back down, opens heavy, drooping eyes, “Tell me a story, recite a textbook, just… keep talking. It’s getting hard to keep my eyes open. I’m…” He hesitates for a moment, before dragging his eyes up to meet Charles’ “I’m scared I’ll fall asleep.” He admits.
Charles needs to bandage the wound. His arm aches from holding the dressing in place. “Alright,” He says anyways. He raises Hawkeye’s hand up to his forehead, moving slowly as he continues, “Here, let’s put your hand here… have I ever told you about my family home?” He places Hawkeye’s hand where his was, holds it there until he’s putting pressure on the dressing himself. He leans in, then, continuing on as he picks up the bandages and gets to work winding it carefully around Hawkeye’s head, “Last I was there, it was summer. My mother’s garden was in full bloom, and Honoria and I…”
He tells Hawkeye about walking through the garden, painting as vivid a picture he can of warm summer days, cobblestone paths, and vibrant flowers. He works with careful hands, knowing that he’ll have to get Hawkeye up and load him into the Jeep sooner rather than later, and pitch him headfirst back into agony to drive back to camp. He can be gentle for a moment, though. Just for a moment. Just this once.
#mash#fic bitching#hawkeye pierce#charles winchester#otp: and their sons#I think this was hard to write cause I had to make it not. identical to the Purple Heart WIP lskdjfskdjfls#because the prompt could easily slot into that#I think I got it#I hope I got it#thanks for being so patient I hope you enjoy!
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could you give pups!couple a pregnancy scare, pls I’m on my knees
Why do we like to stress out oc!!!!!! 😩
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nyway Im gonna write this in a lazy way bc I dont wanna think about formally writing a drabble LOL. (Added note: for some god awful reason I decided to switch from using the term oc to straight up just using the second person POV hahhdjwjwhHWUQIWIEHEH anyway sorry)
I can imagine oc isn’t too phased by being late on their period bc it’s happened before--probably missing like 2-5 days and it coming like no problem. But this time it’s a week and a half late and they’re slowly like..................... O_O. Ok maybe...... maybe we are in Trouble. And they text Namjoon and they’re like
HELLAO BIG PROBLEM BIG WOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And Namjoon texts back like
what’su p :D why are u screaming?
and oc says CALL ME NEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!
and see ok the thing with oc and their texting is that it doesn’t translate to theior actual physical reaction so naturally when oc picks up the phone when Joon calls they’re like “hi babe n_n”, Just very calm and very. Idk not really that phased and Joon is like “What did you wanna talk about?” and oc straight up just goes:
“I might be the 1%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
and it’s so got dam VAGUE and Joon is like !???!?!1 please explain?!?!?! and oc is like
“Do you know what it’s like to potentially be the bearer of the Second Coming of Christ.”
“Okay please be serious now.”
“Pregnant!!!! With a hard P!”
Namjoon goes :O ohhhhhh…….. okay well I guess you take a pregnancy test then huh.
And oc just like.
“You’re not scared?”
“I know if you don’t do this pragmatically then you might lose it.”
Which is true. You could hate Namjoon for being logical in a moment like this but you secretly are just one more thought of babies away from screaming and crying.
So.
He tells you he’ll be with u in like an hour to get the stuff u need and u sit on the bathroom floor with a blanket around u because the one inch barrier of cotton protects you from all the bad stuff. Luckily your parents aren’t home and Namjoon comes barreling through the front door (exactly an hour later like he said—also he used the key you gave him bc he’s welcome here anytime which makes u feel all giddy) and you can hear him make a beeline up the stairs to the bathroom door. He opens it and he just has a plastic bag that he immediately drops to the ground and he kneels down in front of u n scoops u in his arms and just…. Cradles you like a giant baby 😭😭😭 then You just completely forget why he came there in the first place and he’s kissing u all over ur face n telling u ur silly n that he loves you forever n then it’s like 20 mins later n ur like oh :) guess I should pee on this stick huh
And he watches u take a pee pee bc u need the moral support LOL and eventually it’s down to when ur waiting for that fawking line on the test. And to pass the time Namjoon joins you when u make a home of ur blanket again and digs through the plastic bag and is like look I got u chocolate : ) n u share the pieces and it’s a little melted in the plastic but wow still yummy!!!! Eating snacks with my lover on the bathroom floor, so romantic!
But then Namjoon's gaze just kind of glosses over and he holds your hand. Gives a you a little smile.
"You know I'm always here for you. Right?"
Fear strikes you in your heart. You think of a horrible future where he's not here with you anymore. No spare key to give out. Whatever space you've carved out for him is his alone to occupy. No one could ever replace him.
And you can't help your sniffling!!! You really can't!!!!!!!!!!! He just makes you feel so safe and loved and his face crumbles instantaneously thinking you're upset. He crushes you against his chest in a hug.
He's cooing, petting your head. "Why are you crying? You're my girl, silly."
"I just feel stupid!!!"
You want to articulate how much you adore him. But instead you just crawl into his lap and physically try to manifest your body melting into his. You only go as far as sticking your arms under his armpits and hugging him back as tight as you can before he starts laughing.
"You're not stupid. People fuck and get pregnant all the time."
"Ugh." He's stupidly warm against you. "That's so--I hate how that works."
"Reproduction?"
"Yeah. Like why can't we just keep all the sexiness and skip the babies?" You groan, wiping your eyes. Namjoon flicks your forehead. "Wha--"
"You should check what the tests say now," he reminds you, and you pause. Oh. Right.
You get up and take those few tentative steps to where the tests lie on the bathroom sink. Lean over carefully with both your eyes closed. You take a second to steel yourself. Then you look.
No second line.
You immediately walk back to where Namjoon is cocooned and start throttling his neck.
"How!!!! Dare!!!! You!!!!!!!!! Threaten!!!! My!!!!!!! Uterus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With your stupid stupid sperm!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He's cackling. You almost had a heart attack and he's cackling. Of course he is. Namjoon can be serious when he needs to be, but he's also evil and will make fun of you the second he thinks he can do so without too much repercussion.
"Ow. Ow! Let go of me!"
You leave him with a smack to the head.
"I'm going to kill you," you threaten.
Namjoon stands up with an amused scoff, making use of his height to get you to cower. You don't budge. He sighs, opening his arms.
"I promise not to give you loads upon loads next time," he says.
You cave immediately. Collapsing into his chest a second time, your home. "You better not."
#f: pups series#this is so stupid but also Like.......... I miss these two#bts scenarios#namjoon scenarios
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i cant believe you had me thinking dream of lestat was real
Alright so I'm gonna go a bit more in depth about it here because the Dream of Lestat is something that really is interesting to consider within the scope of not only Anne Rice as an author but how we talk about spanning bodies of work in general, especially ones that weren't started in an internet age with pieces being more easily archived this is gonna get a bit long.
As is the case with many genre defining authors there is an insistence that critiques people raise these days were things that people just didn't care about back when the books were first being published... you already know where I'm going with this. I've been very open about how much I hate the sympathizing angle for White Lewis as a plantation(s) owner and especially a lot of the comments he specifically makes about black people in the book and while luckily I haven't gotten too much flack for that there are a number of older book fans who get mad when you bring that up as a negative. And bring up the idea of this sort of critique comes from a place of immaturity or is something "new" that people didn't really care about back in the day. The idea that no one back in the late 70s would have qualms with the way book Louis talks about those he's enslaved is not only bullshit on a basic level but laughable when you consider Anne Rice actually took those critiques to heart.
I think that playboy short story with armand has been making the cycles around lately but what people DONT know is that a bit after the release of the first movie (Interview with the Vampire 1994) conversations about White Lewis having slaves started popping back up again. And I'm totally blanking on the name of the journal but like some black lit journal I wanna say was like part of a college? Actually reached out to Anne Rice talking about some of that and not only did she respond she went ahead and shared a rough chapter for an unpublished short story that would have been The Dream of Lestat, which I wanna say? Is maybe the only part of the series with Lestat openly lusting after a real life figure..... Martin Luther King Jr. Just on like a base premise you can already see her ass didn't learn anything from whatever convo she had with the journal like I guess on one hand I wanna say that she did try????? And there is something that can be said about Lestat being this being of impossibility trying to do the impossible as well as merging in those ideas of personal redemption. This is like.... 1994 1995? And Body Theif was 1992 so we know she was already working with themes of Lestat struggling with immortality and his own concept of humanity and more importantly guilt and redemption. And said redemption in Dream of Lestat would be a bit more removed, a sort of attempt of mass redemption via one civil rights leader lmao???
I mean anyway like I said whatever bit got published in the lit journal was very partial and we're never gonna get the full. But going by the way Lestat talked about MLK in such like grandiose terms and with the knowledge he would DEFINITELY have some attempt at saving MLK's life-- most likely through damning him to immortality-- we can assume there would be some level of sensuality going on.... People got real mad when the show was announced that Louis would be black but listen man LISTEN Lestat has always been a chocolate chaser
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Hey long time no see! I'm just sending this in because I won't be on tomorrow when your slots are open again!
My last matchup
This time can the fandom be hunter x hunter?
Romantic please
https://at.tumblr.com/tonberry-yoda/whats-your-favorite-color-also-can-we-see/4eimob7xhvx9
I've got a bunch of scars now 😭
Also I recently had my hair cut because guess who got jumped and had bubblegum put in my hair 😃🔫
My idea date would probably be a night in watching anime or horror movies eating tacos 😤
And if you need anything else don't be shy to ask
notes 💌: hi there!! i just wanna start by saying thank you for all of your support towards me for the past few weeks it really means a lot! i am super glad I get to see you participate in this event <3333 I also want to say that I'm sorry to hear that about your hair, but I bet it looks wonderful nonetheless. thanks for sending in a matchup and I hope you have a wonderful valentine's day <333
THE CHARACTER CUPID CHOOSES FOR YOU THIS VALENTINE’S DAY IS…
UVOGIN!!
like come on
the man loves horror movies
he's a big man
and he loves cuddles
like come on dude
LITERALLY PERFECT
he would run his big fingers over your scars so softly and give them lil kisses
he would also just pet your hair or give you like a ruffle on the head lmao
he loves what you wear, he thinks it makes you look nice and sophisticated and just super attractive to him lol
he would love to hear about when you played baseball
he would also try to play with you one time and almost knock you out because he threw the ball so dang hard
he is your big huge cuddly man and you cannot stop cuddling him
he will allow you to crawl up his big arms if you wish lol
just holds you if you dont mind
he loves that you become a big cuddly cat, it just makes him so overjoyed
he just loves you so so much and will be your giant teddy bear frfr
💌 HOW WOULD HE ASK YOU TO BE HIS VALENTINE??
he would 100% make you a flower crown or something cheesy and just ask. it's simple and sweet, but enough for the two of you
💌 VALENTINE’S DAY DATE
Uvogin finished plating both of your tacos and you ran to the living room, almost spilling your food all over the floor. Luckily, Uvogin saved it, laughing at you. "Babe," he giggled, leading you to the couch. "Don't drop all your food." "I won't, I won't," you insisted, setting yourself comfortably before turning on the movie. "You ready for a night full of horror?" "Hell yeah!!" Uvogin's mouth was already full of tacos and you giggled, placing a kiss onto his cheek and starting the movie. The two of you watched plenty of horror movies to scare anyone normal, but you two were perfectly fine and fast asleep in each other's arms. The TV was glowing it's default screen with nothing on it, and you two were just snuggled up, snoring together. Eventually, Uvogin woke, finding you fast asleep. He smiled at you and carried you to bed, where he cuddled up with you and whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day." Softly in your ear. <3
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Saw writing requests open... Little Cyberverse Radio helping Shockwave around the lab..?
Awww! What a cute idea!!! Yess I will gladly write some Father-Daughter bonding between em <3 Great chance to show off Cyberverse Radio some more 2. Note the dialogue might be funky, writing so many characters I haven't written for in forever is hard, who could've guessed. But after watching a lot of clips and episodes, I think I got them decently in character- [also this took so long bc of a family trip, dont worry abt the other writing requestsI am gonna blow through them fairly fast now that the surprises aren't coming so fast. Hopefully. Either way they r still open see #drabblez for more info <3]
The halls of the nemesis were very busy, cons running around trying to get into position for an attack on the autobots, Shockwave as usual would be left in his lab to attend to his work and help anyone who was injured. However, before he could get into position for his job, he had to find a certain bot in the crowd of cons scrambling to prepare for the fight.
Luckily Radio hadn't gotten any less predictable through the thirteen and a half years she had been around, as he looked around the ship he quickly found her trying to blend in with a group of con soldiers. She was doing a rather good job too, that was until Soundwave came over to examine the soldiers and she suddenly shrank in on herself with a nervous smile.
After that, it was all over, despite what Radio seemed to think.
"Dad wait come on please! All I want is to get just the tiniest whiff of battle! That's it! At least let me watch?" Radio pleaded as Soundwave picked her up, honestly she was lucky they caught her every time she attempted such a ridiculous idea. Radio was strong for her age sure there was no denying that, but compared to the other soldiers she was still considerably smaller, weaker and her impulsive nature made it clear to both of her parents she was not ready for battle... Not that either of them really wanted her to see battle at all.
"Forget it kid, you'll be much better off here, in fact if you pay attention to what Shockwave tells you, you might end up learning something." Soundwave purred, amusement clear in his voice as he handed Radio to Shockwave. "Here's your first lesson for the day, don't try to sneak out with a bunch of bots bigger than you. Maybe try to blend in with the smaller soldiers next time."
Radio huffed, the fact Soundwave was poking fun at her was not lost on her as she crossed her arms and narrowed her single optic at him. "I could take those guys... Sides if I tried to sneak out with the seekers Starscream would've caught me even faster than you did!"
Soundwave merely laughed again. "Then maybe you should stop wasting all your energy trying to escape the nemesis and instead look around the nemesis for much better things to occupy yourself with. That is until I get home after kicking autobot aft of course, then you and I are on for some training and if you're good I'll even do some reenactments of my best moves on one of the wimpy seekers, will that keep you outta trouble for now?"
"By all means Soundwave, while I appreciate the help, I am very sure I can keep Radio out of trouble using my own methods. Besides, if you keep feeding into her lust for battle, I doubt this rebellious streak will break anytime soon. Instead of you striking a deal with her every time she does this, I think this time I shall take care of it." Shockwave spoke up, causing both Radio and Soundwave to look at him rather surprised.
"Are you sure? She's a handful, maybe even more of a handful than I am, she makes me proud in that way~" Soundwave purred. "And I don't feed into her battle lust, I just like her being able to defend herself."
"We will discuss that further later. But yes I am sure I can handle her myself, she is not just your sparkling after all, she is mine as well and I think it's about time I step in." Shockwave stated.
Soundwave tilted his helm, seemingly about to add something to the conversation when Starscream entered the room.
"Soundwave, it's time, get your soldiers and get into position, Shockwave be prepared for injured cons, or prisoners depending on how well our battle goes~" She purred before looking to Radio and smiling. "And you little one? Just be good and patient, be a good example okay? You're a born leader after all and everyone follows the leader~" She gave Radio an affectionate nuzzle before her and Soundwave stood up straight, wishing each other good luck on their mission.
Then just like that they were off to fight.
"Now what?" Radio asked, looking over to Shockwave, she half expected for him to just send her off to her room and the other half thought he would force her to clean the nemesis as punishment for her behavior, that was what the seekers did after all...
"Now? You come with me, we have work to do and we cannot waste much time standing around." Shockwave ordered, walking towards his lab. Radio didn't want to admit how suddenly excited she felt at the idea of helping Shockwave in his lab, she just hoped it wasn't the same way she usually helped around the nemesis.
"You're not gonna make me deliver stuff all day are you papa? Like I'm gonna get to help in an actually cool way this time? Cause I hate being the delivery bot, it's boring sitting around and just waiting for orders, and then when someone calls to me they give me an even more boring job to do! How can you make doing something even more boring than doing nothing?!" Radio whined while Shockwave opened the doors to his lab.
"I can promise you right now, what we will be doing will not be boring, I cannot promise it will interest you, but you're not just Soundwave's child, you are also mine and if you are anything like me... Well, then surely it will at least be engaging enough to keep your attention for the day." Shockwave said, a rare tone of excitement in his voice.
Radio was curious but not hooked just yet, she continued to follow Shockwave, a task made somewhat difficult with just how small she was. Shockwave didn't comment on it but it was endearing to him with every step he took Radio would have to quickly take two to stay by his side, he wouldn't slow down though, Radio would've likely complained of being made fun of for her size if he did.
He could also notice her wandering optic, looking at tools, datapads and otherwise with curiosity that made his excitement only grow. Radio came at everything with not only fresh eyes but an excitement to master whatever skills were thrown her way. He still remembers the time Blugeon had been trusted to watch her and by the end of the day Radio was attempting to master sword fighting, despite admitting she would prefer to use her fists.
Shockwave could only hope she would feel similarly about his work.
"Now let me see if I can find something that would be good to assist me in introducing you to my line of work... A beginner class task..." Shockwave spoke, typing on a computer and scrolling by text so fast Radio could hardly read any of it.
Radio simply sat there, looking around the lab and getting excited at the idea of all the things she could do with the gadgets strewn about. Would she get to fire a blaster? Would she learn how to make her own weapons? Or a fighting drone?
"Ah... Here we go, come here Radio, I have a simple task for you." Shockwave purred, gesturing for Radio to take his place in the chair, making sure to stand beside her as she leapt up and viewed the console in front of her.
"Move the claw to your right, up and down, as though it were nodding." He instructed and Radio paused before looking to her dad confused.
"What?"
"Move the claw up and down, it's as simple as that."
Radio narrowed her optic at her father, but did as he asked, standing on the chair and using her hand to move the claw up and down.
"Did I do it?" She asked.
"You did, I saw the mechanical claw move up and down, now do it again." Shockwave said, keeping a firm expression and stance that locked Radio out of even guessing what he was thinking in that moment. Regardless Radio did it again.
"I don't get it, I think I'm doing it wrong." Radio whined, looking to Shockwave for guidance, this wasn't what he did all day, this was boring! How was this even teaching her anything?
"You're not doing it wrong, you completed the task, but moving the claw horizontally is only step one, now you must move the claw high enough to reach that vial, right up there." Shockwave instructed, pointing up to a shelf that was holding a few vials containing various liquids.
"I can't reach up there!"
"Then I will get you a ladder." Shockwave informed her, before turning around and taking a few steps towards the door.
"But that will take forever! Isn't there another way?" Radio protested causing Shockwave to stop his attempts to leave the room.
He then turned around with an expression Radio was quite familiar with, it was the kind of face he would make to her when he was impressed by her observations. But Radio didn't quite understand what she had said to earn such a reaction.
"Excellent, that is the purpose of science and of being a scientist. It is not just about completing a task, it is about doing it as efficiently as possible."
"Wha-huh?"
Shockwave smiled, an honest, amused and proud smile that made Radio relax as he came back to her side. "Any fool can move that claw up and down, and with enough time get it to retrieve what you need, but for a true scientist, efficiency is key, time is precious for us and we cannot afford to waste much of it." Shockwave told her, before pressing a few buttons on the console, causing the claw to grab the vial and hand it to him all within a few seconds. "Do you understand?"
Radio hummed with thought narrowing her optic before reaching over to press the same buttons she had just witnessed her father use, once again Shockwave's optic widened with surprise, but the way he looked at her told Radio he was very happy with her quick learning. Of course the claw didn't bring anything down this time, but that didn't matter to Radio, she now understood what it was about science that got her dad to spend so much time doing it.
"I think I do dad, I really, really think I do." She purred. It was kind of like a race and her competetive nature really liked that.
"Wonderful, now that I have your interest, we can get into the more... 'Fun stuff' I get to do in my lab."
When Soundwave and the others returned from their mission, he was surprised to find that Radio was not merely wandering the nemesis waiting for them. As the cons split up through the various hallways, some going to report on how the mission had went, others going to seek medical attention, Soundwave made his way to Radio's room. Radio was not there either, which was even more surprising, he'd expected her to be taking a nap or practicing moves on a training dummy she'd dragged in there.
Soundwave then realized that Radio most likely fell asleep in the lab, his husband had said he would keep an eye on her after all and Shockwave was very glued to his work, not even a supernova would get him out of his little cave. Besides Soundwave himself could vouch for the fact that despite how much it ticked off Shockwave, the lab did have a few places where if you dedicated enough, you could take a decent nap in.
However as he entered the lab he saw Radio not napping but assisting Shockwave in patching up the wounds of bots in the lab. "Stop squirming, this is Radio's first time with such an intricate operation and if you make it hard on her I will not be pleased." Shockwave said, narrowing his optic at the poor seeker Radio was cleaning the wound of.
"Someone's been very busy huh?" Soundwave purred looking over to Shockwave who nodded to him with a smile.
"I told you I could handle her didn't I? She's found quite an interest in my craft, turns out she really is my daughter." Shockwave purred, the pride obvious in his voice.
"I shouldn't have doubted you." Soundwave admitted before looking to Radio as she finished wielding up the wound she was taking care of. "Looks like you can have fun without seeing battle. Just try not to turn into a big nerd like Shockwave~" He teased, causing Radio to narrow her optic towards him.
"Now I know why daddy says you aren't allowed in the lab." Radio huffed causing both her parents to laugh.
Truly it had been a wonderful day. For Radio and her papa, Soundwave couldn't have been happier to see them so close. Maybe, just maybe, this would distract Radio enough to keep her trouble making low for the next few weeks.
Maybe a month, if they were lucky.
#cyberverse#transformers#transformers cyberverse#cyberverse shockwave#cyberverse soundwave#wavewave#maccadam#maccadams#cyberverse starscream#I havent mentioned this but cyberverse star is like the third parent to Radio#she's wonderful and I love her bc she makes Radios ego worse-#drabblez#I like this one#its rough I think but I like it and thats what matters <3
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right back at ya cowboy
Omg ella I'm so sorry I was gonna do this "later" and then it got buried. OK. I clicked. EDIT: I JUST FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS IM DOUBLE SORRY lol imma expose my ramble draft
[So in case someone's reading this thinking ???? we sometimes throw a spinning wheel of songs at each other and then just go rambling yelling analysing whatever it gives back. I've kept track with this tag, feel free to copy any of them wheels links and go off or bug someone with it actually pls do]
Oh you mean that song I for some reason like some total idiot put on first thing in the morning and just bawl my eyes out, you know when its so early you're just so vulnerable and everything feels raw and there's no thoughts just something primal happens and it's me drowning myself in this song and then the day can start I guess am I fine nobody knows. It's now my Saturday morning ritual where before coffee I see some sun and I just bawl there's something therapeutic about it. I'd recommend it. Just some sun some coffee brewin some confused pet wondering if you're OK yeah.
Anyway. The song I can place extremely easily in like "1d ended and it sucked" context, but it works with a lot. whatever I can think of him, or anyone, writing about, whatever it means to me. (general Louis' songwriting ramble incoming:) I'm looking at FITF differently compared to Walls and previous work and he's approached it differently, I feel like what he's been saying about his discography fits that as well. I think (this is a mash of what i think to hear in his lyrics and in interviews, so heavy paraphrasing:) before he had this idea he should be writing where the whole thing makes sense to be about this one situation/idea and it has to be about him too and sure perhaps a context might have been written around it, but i think in the past hes been pretty perfectionist on having every single line fit the thing he was thinking of what that song is, and now thats no longer the case. Now it's whatever works, whatever hits, feels, does it. It doesn't matter one thought/situation flows into another.
I guess that was a long rambley way of saying I wanna do line by line lyric analyses of his stuff but I don't know how to make that work as it did previously, for me at least. But on the other by temporarily running with one interpretation and seeing what you can find in the lines can really help see more angles, bring more depth to the line, and consider other meanings and stuff so.. idk not much wrong with it. I wanna do that too I think. This is I guess A Promise I'll do a Holding On To Heartache lyric breakdown. At Some Point. :D
But I think his choices of words and soundscapes and perhaps all them being little references are just wonderful. I cherish it so much. I'm slightly afraid he did the same in Perfect Now (like after seeing a web of possible perfect now lyrical referencing that song did become one of my favs as I love that idea like it gives so much more body depth meaning whatever to a song to me even if not on purpose lol its not even relevant at that point anymore anyway) and long term didn't value it much so now I'm afraid my new little more poppy fav will be his new neglected child but time will tell. Just... have an itch. Rip. EDIT yeah that itch got worse because of the track by track we got now.. it's got that bit about HOTH being a poppy one and the way he's talking about it sigh i feel him but sigh also hes sigh i dont wannt start that discourse over that shit so no. but itch. I uh... luckily don't let how I interpret his reactions to his own songs affect the way I feel about his own songs haha brainpayne this.
ok ok ok last ramble it sounds so fucking liquid? so wet?? how do I explain this why does it sound w e t EDIT: help me he said the sound is like a guitar under water like he's drowning it's flooding we're in a puddle of tears this song, it's what makes me bawl I think, because the song sounds like bawling, and your cheeks are puffed up and we,t and you find a moment of quiet and stare up at the sky with your wet lashes exhausted defeated but you're still here you're still breathing. Also the bridge with the "space between us just comes FLOODING back" at the end of it, it's not the bit that hits the hardest in an obvious way, instead it kinda gets overlooked a way, theres no moment to sit and waddle in the SHIT FLOODING BACK RIGHT THERE it just goes right into the quiet bit again,there's no time given to recover from getting crushed by the wavesm and it just does something to me... I can't leave that bit as the little end of a big thought it sounds like, but the way its sung... time just keeps ticking and we're at the end. I'm almost sure that wasn't intentional and like @ me why focus on this of all the overwhelm that's in this song, but that just feels like a reflection of the feeling I get from this song, you're just fucking sitting there in the middle of this overwhelming ache these waves of hurt and shit just moves on and youre just there stuck there with but i wasn't done? But I guess I should be? Like there's no room for me drowning in this even more but I feel like I need to still?
ramble out.
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“Of course by then I'd started drinking and that almost finished me off. I was a born alcoholic. Luckily I met someone. Sheer blind luck. He got me into AA. I had trouble with the God thing. A lot of people do. And then I woke up one night in the middle of the night and I was lying there and I thought: If there is no higher power then I'm it. And that just scared the shit out of me. There is no God and I am she. So I began to really work on that. I'm still working on it. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be. But I've made some progress. I was mad at him for screwing me up the way he did but maybe he's not as perfect as people like to think. He's got a lot on his plate and he has to do it all himself. No help.
Do you believe in God?
The truth?
Sure.
I dont know who God is or what he is. But I dont believe all this stuff got here by itself. Including me. Maybe everything evolves just like they say it does. But if you sound it to its source you have to come ultimately to an intention.
Sound it to its source?
You like that? Pascal. About a year after this I woke up again and it was like I had heard this voice in my sleep and I could still hear the echo of it and it said: If something did not love you you would not be here. And I said okay. That's it. Plain enough. Maybe it doesnt sound like much. But it was to me. So I do like the program says, Bobby. One day at a time. I need to spend more time with women and it's difficult. They feel threatened. Or we get to be friends and then I tell them and you can feel the distance settle in. Rare exceptions. Very rare. I'm trying to get Clara to come down here. To go to school here. You can guess who's against that. I've been reading about the sexual dimorphism in the brain. It may be more adaptable than people think. It may be that you can change it. You know where this is going because we talked about it. I want to have a female soul. I want the female soul to contain me. That's what I want and that's all I want. I thought that it might be always out of my reach but now I've started to have faith. That's what I pray for when I pray. To be let in the door. To be a member of the feminine. It doesnt really have anything to do with sex. With having sex. And all the rest is just fluff.” - Cormac McCarthy, ‘The Passenger’ (2022)
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