#new car goofin

[silly-skater-butch]

Y'all I got a lil life update: I'm lookin at buyin a car!! If I get this car today I'm gonna lose my mind, but like in a good way. I live in a rural town in the US so if you don't have a car, you're stuck with whatever is around town when it comes to jobs and opportunities. This car will be my ticket out so I can do better things with my life. God, I'm so excited rn. I can also hit whatever skatepark I want and visit my femme more often!!

Also just wanna thank my femme for all the help she's given me. She truly is the best n I can't wait to do good good things with her:')

[jennhoney]

I’m sorta beyond it right now and I’m working on finding something else but my dad and I talked repeatedly, while I was in the hospital, about how I would need help for months because I wanted to make sure he knew what he was signing up for and he just went to the grocery store without me and without asking if I needed anything and that’s so basic to my very survival that feeling nothing about it is what I’m trying for.

[two-red-lungs]

I Can’t Hardly Stand It

BFF!Eddie/Fem!Reader NSFW

Summary: College guys, despite your best attempts, have been leaving you high and dry and desperate in the bedroom. Now, with you back in Hawkins for winter break? Let’s just say your six-foot-something best friend is looking like a real good way to relieve some of that long-standing sexual tension. 

That is, if you don’t ruin your friendship in the process. 

Word Count: 5.5k

How do you ask a friend to be more than a friend? To lift a foot and place it, however tentative and skittish over the well-established boundary? To enter into a realm of unknown, unfamiliar feelings that, in all likelihood, could destroy that friendship? Crumble it to dust? How the hell does one do that, exactly?

It was a question you had been turning over and over in your head for days, hoping that contemplating it enough would bring you a sudden enlightened answer. But nope. It was still the same agonizing question. You thought it, and in your mind you saw Eddie’s eyes. Big, brown, wet and wide. 

How do you ask your friend to fuck you?

When the idea first came to mind you discarded it like a deer stumbling away from a car on a highway. The thought was obscene. Way outta line. You and Eds… you went back years. Maybe a decade at this point. You and him in fifth grade, goofin’ it up out on the playground in the Indiana winter cold, play-fighting with sticks as swords. And now, him calling you once or twice a month: the connection long and expensive and only affordable if all you said was hi, how are you, that’s great, talk to you later. But NYU was your dream school. He knew that. He’d encouraged you to take the scholarship, to get the fuck out of the sleepy town that too often trapped people in little lives that went nowhere. 

And you did. You did it. Packed your shit and left, moved into a freshman dorm buzzing with excitement and academia and dirty laundry. It was fun. New York was big and loud and alive and full of cute boys to meet. Oh, meet them you did. Date after date, smiling faces, clumsy, heated kisses. 

That’s where the problem really was, see. 

You wanted it. The big sin. La petite mort. And without fucking fail, every single skinny-legged eighteen-nineteen-twenty year old you collapsed into bed with was baaaaad. Like, painfully, stupidly, unbelievably bad. Their breath stank or they sweat too much or they popped off like bottle rockets against your bare thigh after just a minute or two of naked squirming and sloppy makeouts. And that left you alone, buzzing with a deep, red hunger. Unfulfilled, day after day. Month after month. It made you realize you needed something more. Someone you could talk to, tell what to do, share information and words with without it feeling awkward or dictatorial or rude. Someone who wasn’t, by and large, a stranger. 

Your mind went to one person and now you just couldn’t fucking shake the idea. Kept seeing it in your head. Kept thinking what if.

The plane from JFK landed back in Indianapolis for winter break. Snow was high outside, brilliant diamond-white against cerulean sky, icicles trimming the roof over the pick-up zone in great crystal stalactites. Your breath was fog in the air. And, right on time, god bless him, the familiar brown-and-tan Chevy Nomad van came rolling up with tire chains that growled against the heavy ice. 

Your heart jumped directly from your chest into your mouth. Eddie rolled down the passenger window. 

“Lookin’ to hitchhike, hot stuff?” He was grinning ear-to-ear, brown eyes crinkling. Ever the comedian. When you muddled through the dirty snow and tugged on the locked handle a few times, that grin got bigger. “Gas, grass, or ass. Can’t let you ride for free.”

“You let me outta the cold right now, Munson, or I’ll have to resort to violence.”

“Oooh, scary. Fine. Get in here.”

 He’d driven three hours out to get you, through a small snowstorm and over miles of ice, and three hours back. Not a single complaint. Not a peep. No, instead, Eddie was all sunshine smiles and wicked, warm cackles, asking about your adventures in the city and pulling animated reactions. His rings winked in the cold winter light slanting through the van’s dirty windshield, and his hair was just slightly longer (and drier) than when you’d left four months ago. But he was the same old Eddie, really. Taller than you by a million miles. Soft, broad lips with a sprinkle of new-growing mustache. Bitten fingernails, long eyelashes. A voice like tire rubber and tobacco smoke, which he reeked of. 

Funny. It was easy to downplay how much you missed him when you were sequestered in the warrenous dorms at NYU. Now, with him a foot away, watching his veiny hands tap tap tap on the wheel to the rhythm of ‘Rattlehead’? There was heat in your bones. Lapping across your skin, over your cheeks when you glanced down at his narrow thighs, the way they flexed when he accelerated. You hadn’t considered the what if throughout the years of being friends with him. Now it wouldn’t leave your brain. Now that what if brought new thoughts. New need-soaked mental imagery. 

Christ, you were hopeless. A single thought about Eddie’s legs flitted through your mind and it brought that roaring wall of unfulfilled heat back with a vengeance. You needed a drink, or several. Or maybe a mallet to the head.

When the Hawkins town sign blew past on the frosted asphalt road to town and Eddie offered you a beer, you leapt at the chance. Especially when he’d enthused about his uncle already booking it to his shift at the plant by now. It wasn’t until you were stomping snow off your boots on his stoop in the late afternoon sun, walking into his shared trailer and getting hit by that unequivocally Eddie smell that you realized the error of your ways. Maybe, just maybe, hanging out alone with the guy you’d been sexually fixating on for weeks in the place you imagined him in the most at night, a hand between your thighs in the dark, wasn’t a good idea. 

Eddie popped the top off a heineken in the narrow kitchen and handed it to you. His fingers were icy from the winter chill, smooth against yours. You hid the way your hand jerked a bit by bringing the drink up to your mouth, not even bothering to set down your carry-on before taking a hefty pull. 

“Two more months and I can buy these babies on my own. Twenty-one, here I come.” He boasted warmly. His mane of hair shimmied and shook as he fought with the cap on his own bottle: it popped off, plinking against the cabinet before escaping to the linoleum ground, and he scurried after it. You got a long lecherous view of his broad, lithely muscled back under his tight Megadeth shirt before he stood up again, blowing hair away from his mouth. “Won’t even need to use the shitty fake ID ol’ Ricky had made for me.”

“It is pretty crappy.” You agreed. Your mouth was dry. God, you two were so alone right now.

“Yeah. I’m, like, genuinely surprised nobody’s called me on it yet.”

“Is Charles still manning the gas station? That guy’s ancient. He probably doesn’t have the energy to call the cops on you when you’re buying a six-pack.”

Eddie snickered and fuck, it was like liquid sunlight, all soft and good. Another thing you hadn’t realized you’d missed, its effects diminished over the phone. “That’s totally it. Hadn’t even crossed my mind.” He leaned on the counter and sipped his beer, looking down at you and tilting his head to the side. His hair followed like water. “Damn. I kinda missed you, Agatha Christie.”

You swallowed, hard. It was difficult to be under his gaze, now. Knowing the fantasies you’d had. Those brown eyes dredged up every sweaty, slick-fingered moment of imagination between your sheets. “You expect me to be surprised by that?” You replied with a plastered-on smile. “The six-hour commute and free beer kind of gave it away.”

He thunked a hand against his chest. “Foiled again. You see right through me. C’mon.” His beer bottle clinked on the fridge as he passed you, swaggering to him room like he was king of the world. “I got a new strain shipment and a ‘lil freebee along with it. You’re gonna dig it, for sure.” He turned around in his bedroom doorway with dramatic fury, a hand clutching each side. “Two words: Purple haze.”

“Lead the way, king ditchweed.”

“It’s not ditchweed!”

It wasn’t ditchweed. It was, in fact, a nice, smooth smoke. That’s what you elected to focus on, passing the blunt between you and Eddie on his bed, the window cracked just enough to circulate the air but not enough to turn his cramped, messy room into a freezer. 

He was leaned up against the headboard, all relaxed, that smile-crinkle under his eyes near-permanent. Eddie took the blunt from you and took a hit, exhaling through his nose: vapors curled up the sides of it and into his curtain of dark hair. 

You remembered your fantasy from a week ago, about the ball of that thick nose pressed hard against your clit while his broad, flat tongue punched deep into your— you cleared your throat and shifted around, working sensation back into your buzzing cross-faded limbs. 

Well, the sun's gone down, and you're uptown. And you're just out runnin' around: I can't hardly stand it, you're troublin' me! Lux Interior was whining, Elvis-esque, on the record lazily spinning on Eddie’s player. “Okay.” You conceded. “This is good.”

“The song, or the weed?” He brought up a sock-clad foot to deflect your attempt at hitting him, laughing. “What? New York mighta changed your taste in music. Mighta made you forget how good the Cramps were, and shit.”

“You know I was talking about the weed, dummy.” Soft, sentimental affection in your voice was as unmistakable as anything. You just couldn’t help it. Eddie smiled, pressing his lips together and looking away: your eyes drifted to the tendons in his long neck. Beautiful. You wondered how they’d feel under your tongue. 

“So. Tell me about the city boys.” He said after a few moments of comfortable silence. When you groaned and put your face in your hands he chortled. “Seriously! Are they cool? Do they do slam poetry? I bet they’ve got you just hooked, huh. Ridin’ the subway and shit.”

“We don’t have to talk about boys, Eds. I can’t imagine that’s entertaining for you.” 

The metalhead shrugged and took another drag. “Can you blame me for wanting to keep tabs on your bodice-ripping paperback escapades?” He cupped his face, mimicking a cherub. “That’s just how good of a friend I am.”

“Alright, alright! You ham.” You turned that what if over again in your mind. “It’s been. Weird. I’ve met a lot of guys, sure, but. I dunno. They’re not… great?”

“Define not-great. Do I need to kick someone’s ass?”

“How honest do you want me to be?”

“Uhh, mega-honest. Obviously.”

“Eddie, they’re shit in bed.”

Eddie exploded into a cacophony of coughs, thumping his chest and bending away from the headboard. Only when he was done, eyes watering, did he speak, giving a disbelieving shake of his head. “Wow, that was… honest.”

“Hey, you asked.” The ragged hem of your comfy travel shirt was looking really interesting right now. You chose to focus on it. “I’ve, uh. Been with a couple guys, now, and each time, they’re just…” You sucked on your teeth, trying to phrase it tactfully. “Selfish. Like I’m not even there. Like they don’t care at all about me. And I’m half the fucking equation in that— that goddamn horizontal tango, you know?”

“That sounds pretty frustrating.” Eddie, for once in his life, sounded serious. His voice was soft, like he cared. 

“Trust me, it is. I thought about calling it quits a couple of times, y’know? But I’m human! I got… wants. And needs, and stuff.” The silence after your words was deafening, and the record switched softly-playing tracks. The what if came back. And fuck it, you were a little high and a little tipsy and hey, if bringing this up ruined everything, you’d be on a plane to New York in a few days anyway. “You know how you used to, like… joke? When we were high? That it was just you and me, whining about being lonely, and we should just.” You struggled. “Help each other out. Let off steam.”

Eddie stared. And stared. His eyebrows lifted. For a moment you were worried he would be frozen for eternity. “Uh. Okay. I, hah.” A laugh of disbelief jumped out. He pinched his nose and shook his head. “Okay, uh. If I’m, uhh… misinterpreting this, feel free to, like, punch me. Just… full force. You, uh…” God, how many interjections could this man use? “You wanna. Have sex with me?”

“It’s so weird, I know.” Your words were a blurting, flushed, panicked tumble. You hadn’t really registered it until he said it out loud. “It’s so totally weird, and I shouldn’t have said anything, seriously, just forget it—”

“No, no.” He wetted his lips nervously, that pink tongue darting out. Eddie’s eyes were wide. “No, uh. It’s— I get it. We all, like. Get a little backed up sometimes, right? Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“God, you did not just say backed up—”

“You know what I mean!” He ran a hand down his pink-flushed face, hunched forward and cross-legged, close enough to touch. Close enough to feel his body heat. “Jesus. Jesus shitfuck.”

“Eds, let’s just pretend I didn’t say—”

“We could. We could do it.” He interjected. That tongue between his lips again, trapped, a little slice of wet, shining pink. “Um. I, uh. If it’s something you wanted to do.”

Your stupid betrayer heart was drumming double time, making your palms clammy and face red. “You don’t have to say yes because of me.”

“Hey. You’re a chick, and I’m a dude, and that’s like, basic biology 101 so… I wanna.” His gaze, skittish, like he was a timid fawn, met yours for a second and it was like steel against flintstone. It sent a zing up your spine. “It’d just be like… helpin’ each other out, and shit, right?”

“Yeah.” God, your mouth was dry. You hadn’t felt like this, shaking like a virgin, since you were sixteen. You’d laid yourself emotionally bare in front of him. Told him you needed to be touched. Loved. And he’d said yes. “Just helping.”

A beat of silence. Then another. Then another. Eddie leaned forward and then you were kissing.

It was a wet, searing thing. Like a current of electricity was passing between you, hot and bright and so, so unlike anything you’d felt at fucking NYU. He grunted against your mouth, leaning forward into you. Then there was a hand on your knee and god, fuck, fuck your life, that wasn’t supposed to feel good. That wasn’t supposed to feel like your skin was lighting up gold under his palm, and yet here you were. Illuminated by his touch like a celibate. 

“You gotta,” Eddie spoke in breaths, crowding you against the thin wall of the trailer, heat bleeding from his chest through his shirt, “tell me what you need, ‘kay? Promise?”

“More.” You replied immediately. You grabbed at him on instinct, getting a fistful of his shirt, tugging it up, up over his head: he moved with you immediately, pulling it off like it offended him, and oh. His nipples were dusky-dark pink, his pectorals small hills. The skullish demon head over his heart was staring you down. 

Eddie pressed a sloppy kiss with searing lips to your upper cheek, eyes centimeters from yours. Looking at you all gentle and needy. “Can I take your shirt off? Please, I wanna—” He swallowed and his adam’s apple bobbed. “Wanna see you.”

“Yeah.” Your voice trembled like an autumn leaf. “You can see me, Eds.”

His hands were so broad and firm. They rolled your shirt up over your head: Eddie hissed through his teeth. “God, fuck. Fuck me, man. Look at you.” That dark brown gaze was locked on your tits, the way your bra cupped them together. “Those New Yorkers have no idea what they’re missing, man.”

“Eddie.” You said softly. His gaze snapped back up to you, framed by dark curls of hair. “Touch me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I can, uh. I can do that.” His lips parted as he touched you, hot palms traveling up your ribs, over your shoulders. He dipped his head, planting kiss to your collarbones: it was like you’d been shot, a slow, scalding heat spreading from that point. Eddie held one of your hips and slowly, ever so slowly, eased you onto your back. You knew he could see your jackrabbit heart racing in the veins on your neck, see the way your shallow breaths were so fucking fast. 

When you pawed between you two, sticking an arm against his burning-hot stomach to fumble with the fly of his jeans, he made a choked noise and grabbed your wrist. Eddie was breathing heavily against your face, holding himself over you with one arm braced by your head. “Wait, wait.” He took a deep breath. Hairs tickled your face. “Uh, just. Just wait.”

“I wanna touch to you too, Eds.”

He looked like the words falling from your lips were as good as head. “Jesus— not yet. Not— I don’t wanna end this too fast, and if you keep, haah—” another expletive when you pressed fingers blindly to his fly, down against his dick, “— doing that, that’s where we’re gonna end up.”

With a hum of frustration at being denied, you tilted your chin up in a demand for another kiss: he conceded without a fight, saliva-slick lips heady and addictive. You felt like you could kiss him forever, like this: the curtains drawn, early dusk darkening the room, his skin against yours sending frissons from your head to your toes. You pawed like an animal. Fingers clutching his back, feeling his shoulder blades move under his skin, his ribs expand and contract. 

When you brought a thigh out, knee bending to hook a leg around his narrow hips, he seemed to make up his mind. “Fuck, okay.” He broke the kiss again. “D’ya think— can I take your pants off?”

“Yeah. Yeah, god, Eddie, please.”

Like it was a goddamn race Eddie had your buttons undone and you were helping him shuffle your pants down and throwing them to the floor. He made another noise in the back of his throat and rested himself at your side, up on one elbow. Eddie put a hand on your sternum and slowly, agonizingly slowly, dragged it down. His face turned up to you every once in a while: checking in. Making sure you were still here with him. His fingers caught on the hem of your underwear for a second and you sucked in a breath, but he kept going. 

Feather-light pads landed on the lips of your pussy over your underwear. So light you could barely feel it. They traced up and down in slow, careful circles. Eddie looked almost hypnotized by the fact that he was even touching you: he watched his own hand like it was a magic show. 

“Tease.” You huffed out, bucking up slightly against his fingers. 

That crooked smile returned. “Nah.” He looked at you with affection. “Just tryin’ to make it good.” Those finger pads went up, up, up. Eddie tracked your expression, lips parting gently when your eyes bulged because oh, yep, that was your clit he’d caught for a second. He focused in on that little stiffening nub, snug under damp fabric, and the muscles in your stomach curled. “Ohhh, fuck. You like that, huh? Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You barely eked it out. “Feels nice.”

“Bet nobody gave her any attention at your college, huh?” His words hit you like thunderbolts, and you swore you felt yourself clench around nothing. Eddie’s tongue was trapped between his teeth again. He thumbed your clit round and round in circles. 

“Eds.” Your voice was a warning, desperate though it was. “More, c’mon.”

“Tell me what you need.” Maybe with someone else the words would have come out commanding, domineering. But Eddie was looking down at you with those big wet eyes like you’d hung the moon, like he’d do anything to please you, lips parted all rosebud-soft. 

“Get inside me. Please. Just— your fingers, put them in, please.”

Still laid out long beside you, his fingers crept underneath the hem of your underwear, rasping against your trimmed bush as he slowly pulled the fabric down, down, down, till it pooled around your knees. “Fuck.” He said again, intelligently. “Fuck. Fuck. Can’t believe you’re letting me do this.” A finger ran down the parting line of your folds as he spoke and you jerked like a woman possessed. “Can’t believe you’re letting me touch you, god.”

His finger hooked at your soft, sopping, willing entrance. “Wait.” You blurted. His veiny hand froze. “Two. Two, uh, fingers, Eds.”

“Okay, yeah. Okay.” His voice shook. And then those long, calloused, beautiful fucking fingers were delving into your flesh, just thick enough for a little stretch, a little delicious addictive burn: if you weren’t so hyper turned-on by the sight you’d be embarrassed about how absolutely sopping you were. 

Your walls fluttered around his fingers and he looked like he’d died and gone to heaven. “So warm.” Was all he got out unevenly. There was no warning before he was slowly and rhythmically fucking you with his fingers, the slick squelch loud as thunder. The sight of his broad hand disappearing between your gently parted thighs was... addictive. You held his forearm tight as he fingered you, your grip moving with each slow thrust. 

This was fantasy. This was perfect fucking gratification. Sweating nearly-naked on his messy duvet, surrounded by his quintessential smell, Eddie inches away from you all laid out with a tent in his jeans so hard it looked like it hurt. This was just like your daydreams. Better, even.

You let your head fall to the side, where he was laid out all long next to you. It rested against his chest. You could feel the hum of his hummingbird heart behind the flesh and bone. “Eddie...” the word was a breathy sigh, but it earned him dropping his head over yours, pressing a wild, wet kiss to the crown of your head, leaving his mouth there. He groaned into your hair when you squirmed, thighs shifting, clenching around his fingers. 

“Shit— sorry, hold on, thing is fuckin— killin’ me, hurts so bad.” He muttered hoarsely, pulling fingers from your heat to fumble with his fly. His digits were too slick to get a grip on the zipper and oh man if that didn’t do something for you. You reached across your stomach without a second thought and pulled it open, and hello.

Eddie was so hard it looked like it ached. The head of this fat cock peeked out from the top of his briefs, so red it was nearly purple. It was shiny, smeared with drooling precum that slicked up the turtleneck skin around it. 

You thumbed the shaft over the fabric. Eddie sounded like he’d been socked in the gut. “Ohhhhkay.” He wheezed out. You crept upwards, dragging down his underwear and popping his bobbing cock out. It twitched, kissing his hair-dusted abdomen for a moment. God. You’d never wanted anything in your mouth so badly. You bet he tasted good: like salt and skin and Eddie.

The noises he made when you cupped him, running a loose grip up and down his shaft in lazy pumps, should have been illegal. They made the soft, wanton and slick heat between your legs feel like a bonfire, like an ancient calling demanding you do what humans had been doing for centuries before you. 

You wanted to swallow him to the base. Wanted to stay there for eternity, feeling him throb under your fingers and feeling his fingers in you. But poor Eds was on a timer. And you wanted as much as you could get. 

“Eds...” You trailed off, looking at him, how he held himself coiled-up tight while you touched his dick, like he was focusing so hard on not cumming. His wide eyes glittered in the low light. You kissed him again: quick and messy. “Can we...”

“Yeah.” His reply came out as a squeak and he cleared his throat. “Yeah. Please.” 

“We need a condom.” 

“Right.”

He was off the bed like a shot, shaking the mattress, flinging open bedside table drawers like a mob croney coming to collect debt money. He rifled through their contents with extreme (almost desperate) prejudice. The prize was found: a shiny gold-foil-wrapped Trojan. Seeing him stand at the foot of the bed, framed between your knees in front of you, dick twitching in the air and foil between his teeth? That was a sight that was going to be burned into your mind for the rest of your life. 

Eddie tore open the condom with his teeth and spat out the corner. He fumbled to roll it on with shaking hands. “Shit.” He hissed, the condom springing off several times. It was like someone had set him to vibrate. 

Your hand closed over his bigger one. Slowly, together, you got the condom on: shiny and off-white on his cock. 

He was still huffing like a racehorse. You couldn’t blame him: your body was alight, all active like you’d run a marathon. You didn’t know what it was: it was never like this with other guys. Little touches didn’t set you on fire. Gentle, caring fingers didn’t make you gush. 

With Eddie’s help you laid flat onto your back once more and eased your hips to the edge of the mattress. He stood between them, thighs pressed against mattress cover. His hands were warm on your thighs: kneading them, drifting up and down a few times while he looked down at you, his chest patchy with blush. 

“You sure?” He asked. There was anxiety in his voice. This wasn’t just being handsy. This was all the way. 

“Yeah. ‘M sure.” When he let his cock rest on your pelvis, hefty and scalding, you swallowed hard. “It’s you, Eds. I trust you.”

Eddie bit down on his lower lip, hard, and lined himself up with you. It was only when the head of his cock nudged your slick entrance and your pussy clenched rhythmically in reply, in excited hopefulness, that you realized how true that statement was. 

That’s why this was taking you apart. Not because it was sex. Or good sex. Because it was Eddie. 

He pushed into you slow with a hand clamped down on each thigh and it was like seeing god. The breach was fat and full, heat on heat, no resistance. You both made noises. He fit you like a goddamn glove. 

Eddie swore, over and over, when he got up to the hilt. His eyes clenched shut, face screwed up, steeling himself against the overwhelming pleasure. And for you, that was agony.

“Eds, c’mon, please, please move.” You weren’t above begging. 

“Fuuuuuck me, man.” He groaned out all high and breathless, and then he was clenching his teeth and snapping forward, hips bumping against you so hard it made the fucking bed sway. He fucked you like he was trying to keep you, like he was trying to make this the best you’d ever had: he even canted his hips up, hunting for that spot inside you that he’d read made girls go mad. 

“So good, so wet, god, so good,” Eddie rambled like a lunatic, a drop of drool falling free from his red lips. “So fucking warm, huh, aren’t you? Yeah you are. So nice and warm, warm on my dick, fuck, love how fucking soaked you are.”

You were in heaven. No, somewhere better. Somewhere where sex wasn’t a sin and you were getting your guts rearranged by your best friend, the guy who knew you the best, who saw you, the real you. “Eddieeeee.” You almost couldn’t get it out, breath punched out of you so deliciously with each thrust. “My clit, Eds, touch it.”

He brought a hand to it instantly, fingers sliding through the wet where his cock spread you open and dragging it up in rough, wild circles around your clit. You could see all his dark-eyed focus was on you: fucking you, filling you, giving it to you exactly how you had needed it for so long. Taking care of you. 

Fuck, that thought was gonna make you cum.  

“More, please,” You begged, “so close, Eds, so—”

“God, fuck me man, you— you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you cum, oh my god.” Eddie spoke like he couldn’t stop himself, all disjointed and panting over the pornographic slap of his balls on your ass. “Wanted to see it for so long, please, please, lemme see it, lemme see you—”

His begging, his disclosure, his desperation— you went careening off the edge into the abyss while he rubbed frantically at your clit, and you swore your eyes rolled up into the back of your skull.

There it was. The thing you’d been craving, bone-deep, for months. 

The perfect orgasm. 

Drifting back to earth, you had a body made of melted butter. A body made of summer sun and amber. Pure contentment radiated through every single immaculate cell. 

Eddie was still fucking you. Short, uneven thrusts, sweat beads rolling down his chest, long, wild hair sticking to his face. His brows were down in focus, lost in sensation. You lifted two shaking legs and wrapped them around his waist, locking him into your snug cunt. He looked up at you in hazy, pleasure-drunk shock, and then you squeezed down on him as hard as you could. 

“Fuck!” Was all he barked out, and then he was doubling over, staggering forward against your hips, pelvis stuttering. Gripping your thighs like lifelines. He thrust once, twice, three times more, and then Eddie— your exhausted, beanstalk-tall, wild-child Eddie— collapsed on top of you, heavy as all hell. The crown of his head was right under your nose, and you could feel his ribs against yours. 

He couldn’t see you right now. You let yourself smile fondly, satedly, into his hair. 

Together you breathed raggedly, radiating body heat. The clock in the kitchen, past the ajar door, continued to tick. The silence was no longer charged: it was honest, relaxed. Fulfilled. 

“You’re so heavy.” You said eventually. 

“Thanks. I’ve been working out.” Eddie’s voice was muffled in your tits. After a time, though, he raised his head. Propped himself up a bit on his elbows over you. Spat hair out of his mouth. “So, uh.” His lips opened and closed like a fish, awkward and unsure. “Was that, um. Good for you, or...?”

“Of course it was good, Eddie. Obviously! Don’t ask stupid questions.” You replied with mock seriousness: an age-old bit you’d always done with him. A sign that hey, no camaraderie lost, right?

He played along, looking mock wounded. “Well, I didn’t want to assume. It’s not like it went on for an hour, or ended with a squirt, or—”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” You laughed. He was staring at you in that fond way again. The guitar pick on his necklace tickled your clavicle. “I mean... we have the rest of the night, right?”

He looked stunned. He blinked a few times. “I mean— yeah, like, if that’s something you want to—”

“I want to.”

Another blink. The tongue made its reappearance. “Okay. We can... okay. Yeah.” The slow grin began its climb onto his broad face. “We can totally do that. All-nighter.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

The Munson landline was a little ragged, but it worked. “Yeah, mom, I can’t wait to see you too.” You said into the phone tucked between your ear and bare shoulder as you leaned against the kitchenette counter, hand in a bag of chips. You watched Eddie fight a box of waffles for their delicious cargo and pop four into the toaster. “The snow’s just real bad right now. You know how it is. I’ll get in tomorrow, I swear.”

Eddie slowly shook his head, hands on his hips, hitting the disapproving church-mom pose. He mouthed for shame and wagged a finger. You threw a chip at him. It plunked ineffectually off his bare chest. 

“Love your too, mom. Yeah, I’ll sleep warmly tonight. Bye.”

“Oh, you’ll be sleepin’ warm, alright.” 

“I knew you were gonna say that!”

“How could you possibly know what I was gonna say?”

The two of you returned to amicability, trading jabs and scoffs and sparkling smiles: but in your mind, somewhere in the far back, you held on to what he’d divulged in the heat and fervor of the moment. That he’d wanted to see you cum. Wanted to see it for ages. 

He’d thought about you. Like you’d thought about him. You tucked that away for later. Now, though? Now you were laughing your ass off while Eddie juggled burning-hot waffles with his bare hands before dumping them onto a plate and flapping his singed palms about like a bird. 

So. How do you ask your friend to fuck you? Turns out, sometimes, you just ask.

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Say Cheese!

Gator Tillman x Kirby Rivers x Win Lewis

♤ Summary: Just some headcanons about this little trio and the things they get up to with Kirby's old Polaroid camera.

♤ Warning: Gator x oc x oc, ot3 oc pairing, trans oc, Kirby uses he/him pronouns, masturbation, mentions of sex, poly relationship.

♤ A/N: heyooooo @jozstankovich lookkyy hereeee! (I may or may not have added some stuff at the end! Thanks to your idea about the risqué pics from Win!!! Hehehe!) Enjoy! Oh and! @thecreelhouse i hope it's okay to tag you too!

Okay so basically, i feel like they would all have like, certain feelings about having their pictures taken. And like most people it's either serious and chill or goofy and silly.

Like Gator 100% takes those douchy lookin pics, especially selfies. But if Kirby or Win catch him right and just go "say cheese" he will legit take the prettiest pictures with his genuine pretty smile. Because no matter how he acts sometimes that boy is so beautiful and photogenic.

And Win either poses all cute, and sweet and looks like an angel. Or they get her looking like a feral little goblin doing some silly shit. There literally is no in-between and her boys love it that way.

And Kirby. Sweet sweet Kirby. Has three settings. He either cheeses it up nice and good. Smiles all dorky and weird. Or he has no fucking smile at all. Sometimes because he's being silly, sometimes because he wants to rip the camera or phone out of the person's hand and just trash it.

Cuz he's got issues with self image still and sometimes he hates having his picture taken. But when he's goofin the serious bits, the others love it!!

And then the third setting he has, is them catching him laughing and just his genuine bright smile. And he tends to cover it a lot because he's sensitive about his little crooked teeth but some days they catch him at just the right moment and they capture that bright ass smile just right and they both just fucking swoon.

And Win and Kirby are the ones that probably start collecting the pictures. Cuz Win finds Kirby's old Polaroid camera and starts takin pics and he pins them up on the fridge. But then it's covered. So he starts pinning them to his bulletin board. And then THAT gets full. So he starts just putting them on his wall in his bedroom and lets Win and Gator add to it and do whatever they want.

And eventually the whole wall is full of just happy silly stupid moments they've had. And they all love looking at it and adding to it and sometimes taking things down when they need more room for new things.

Gator sneaks a lot of pictues down. Takes them home and hides them under his bed in a shoebox before he gets away from Roy. To have some nice things at his house.

There's a whole little section of Win and her cooking mishaps. And a section of Kirby out working on cars because Win's thirst for him when he's out there is insatiable, and she's dragged Gator into it now too, so it's getting out of hand.

And Kirby loves taking pictures of the other two sleeping. Especially Gator. But he adores Win so much that he loves taking pics of her when she's doing anything and not paying attention to him. There's lots of her reading, or working on her music. Cuz she gets a little crease between her eyebrows and sticks her tongue out in concentration and he LOVES it.

There's tons of Gator sleeping cuz he looks soft, and happy, and relaxed when he's with Kirby and Win so Kirby just... keeps taking pictues of it.

So Kirby's house, and probably Win's as well, i imagine it bleeding out of Kirby's house out into the other's. Win's more so at first. But once Gator gets his own place he has a wall of his own. Some of his are more risqué pics of them all. But he has literally no shame and Win and Kirby fucking love him for it.

Just... all three of them having walls covered in the others and their love. 🧡

And Win 100% would send more risqué pics when she knows the others are busy. Just to get them all flustered on purpose. It would be so much worse for Gator though. Cuz his job is actually around others. Kirby literally works from home. And the amount of times he sends back,

"I understand your intentions but if you think I don't receive these and just straight up go inside and rub one out, you're out of your tiny little mind. I am immune to your childish antics!!! Mwahahahhaha!"

Meanwhile Gator is at work in his cruiser squirming and flustered and bothered and they're talking in the group chat so he saw Kirby's answer too and it's NOT HELPING!!!

So Gator sneaks off, either hides in the bathroom at work and jerks off, whining into his arm, biting into his bicep when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket cuz he knows they're bothing commenting on how they know exactly what he's doing.

Sometimes he sneaks off in his prowler and drives way way out into the middle of nowhere and does it there instead. So he can be as loud as he wants. Sometimes Win and Kirby call him and just listen to him fall apart on the phone. Encouraging him and telling him how good he's doing.

Kirby 100% is also touching himself, but Win only can if she's not around people at work. So she sneaks off sometimes too, into the bathroom, and shoves her hand down her pants and whines into her arm too. But sometimes she can't and her plan totally fucking backfires and she ends up all hot and needy.

But it's okay cuz she knows Kirby and Gator will take good care of her when she gets home. And they do. Multiple times. Kirby always so smug like,

"You see what happens when you play games? You get horny. And Gator gets horny. And I'm the only one who can get off without incident." He says all this while snuggling into her naked back of course. And Gator snorts and is like,

"Without incident. Like we don't know you've fallen in the fucking shower getting off and nearly given yourself a concussion." He's shaking his head but he reaches over, across Win where she's pulled against his chest, and grabs at Kirby's waist, making him squirm. Kirby bites at his arm and is like,

"Worth it." And cuddles even closer, pressing kisses to Win's shoulder before gently sinking his teeth in, making her squirm. And she reaches behind her, wraps her arm around Kirby as best she can to pull him closer til he's grinding his hips against her, hums into Gator's chest and says,

"Totally worth it." All dreamy and cute as they fall alseep all tangled together.

[11x13kyle]

Kenny would get a little bit of money and recreate the new boot goofin reno 911! video

he SO WOULD. i’m also such a believer in the second he gets disposable income kenny is buying just the dumbest shit ever. when he gets MONEY money he’s buying the gaudiest decor and clothes and cars just because he can and no one is able to stop him

[cevans-is-classic]

Top five songs on my Playlist that I hope wouldn't pop up if one of my celebrities got into my car and the reasons why.

5) Rasputin by Boney M — I've loved this song since I was a kid, and tiktok brought it back into my life. The only problem is I go TOO hard on it. Way too hard — like even I'm concerned about how happy the song makes me and Noone needs to see that.

4) Call Me Daddy by Peppa DJ — it's not a good song. I don't even remember how I learned this song. All I know is that it makes me feel awesome, and I will play it again and again

3) The entire Mamma Mia soundtrack — the first time someone says, "Why not just listen to Abba?" I will kick them out of my car. It has to be the movie's soundtrack. Period. Done.

2) Deepthroat by Cupcakke- not for the reason some would think. This song is special — it has a value to it and I fear they wouldn't understand

1) Everywhere I Go by Hollywood Undead - Okay, there are way more than these 5 that could be in this list but this one specifically has to be #1. Not for any negative reason but it brings out my inner fourteen year old and I become an entirely different person. I know every word by heart and I don't think I'll be able to explain how I went from George Strait to Hollywood Undead in a single mile without explaining how the lines "My dick does all my thinkin'" brings me to life in a way that should have been a clue that I was not, in fact, cis or straight.

Honorable Mentions because I have a dance routine for them and they need to be done or else I can't listen to the song:

The Git up by Blanco Brown

Laffy Taffy by D4L

Careless Whisper by George Michael

Boot Scootin Boogie by Brooks n Dun (Or as I like to sing it New Boot Goofin')

Two I HOPE pops up:

Fergalicious. It's a test.

Little Einsteins remix. Again it's a test.

[scientistsarah]

New car goofin

[cryptidsolo]

new car goofin pt 2 🤪

[doctorclowny]

best f/o daydream scenarios to me ever are the ones where you’re just hangin’ out. like i think nonstop about different situations in which i’m just...chillin’ with them. goin’ to the grocery store, or goin’ on one of those late night gas station snack runs. grabbin’ way too many fuckin’ snacks like a little goblin ready to hoard them all. goin’ to the movies, whispering to each other in the aisles during the trailers, passing popcorn and drinks between each other. sittin’ in the car with them late at night and just havin’ silly conversations and some slushies. maybe the convos get a little too deep and a little too personal, but it’s fine bc you’re close with each other. hangin’ in their bedroom just goofin’ off, crackin’ jokes, gossiping. throwing pillows. i even love the concept of them havin’ such a fun time hangin’ out with you that they start texting you excitedly about things, typin’ your name in all caps or droppin’ you a “HOLY SHIT!!!” or “oh no” before tellin’ you some wild news or somethin crazy that just happened. idk...i find so much joy in the mundane. gettin’ to spend close, quality time with f/o’s is like...the dream. sit with me on the couch, lemme lay on your shoulder while we watch some dumb movie and make fun of it the whole time. sit with me at a diner wayyyy too early in the morning while we’re both still groggy and tryin’ to wake up. god i just,,, wanna hang out with f/o’s so bad man it don’t even gotta be romantic,, i’m begging the universe ,,

[mossymandibles]

Saw your old res evil "new boot goofing" post and the second pic automatically make me imagine the big dude with a microphone going "We've been trying to reach you regarding your cars extended warranty" and i lost it. Lmao 😂

That’s perfect lmao I feel like there’s gotta be a video of that edited in somewhere

I’ve been wanting to draw more of Leon boot goofin

[rosileeduckie]

REintroduced

Way back when we couldn’t get enough.

Riche and Eddie have a lot of catching up to do, and all the time in the world to do it. Here’s my piece for Tickletober Day 17: revenge!

SFW. Potential warnings: swearing, jokes about sex. It/Losers’ Club tickle fic.

Word count: 1,301

~*~

“What are you doing?”

“Looking up if there are any tickets available for the next plane out of LA.”

“Hey, come on!” Richie’s words came in concert with an attack, him pouncing to grab Eddie and grapple for the shorter man’s phone, which hadn’t even been unlocked with his threat to fly away.

There was a lot Eddie had had to be introduced to when it came to Richie. The two hadn’t been close since they were teenagers (for reasons quite entirely outside their control), but they were adults now, with adult money that could be spent on plane tickets to visit a once old friend and once again dear love. Eddie hoped to be dear, anyway. The kiss they’d shared after destroying their childhood demons had been entirely adrenaline and waning terror, but the actual date they’d gone on a few days later and a few states away had been sweet and easy as when they were young. Eddie almost thought it would be easy for them to zipper back into each other’s lives, even if they were different as grown-ups.

When Eddie had waited on the airport pick-up lane that morning, he’d half-expected Richie to pull up in a car as old and beaten-down as the hatchback they had spent their summer at 17 riding everywhere in. The car Richie drove up in now was still old, but the kind that was so old it was “vintage.” It was a dark cobalt blue and clearly well-maintained despite how expensive the upkeep of it must have been. It was pretty, sure, and the seats leaned far back enough to allow plenty of room to kiss, which Richie was eager to prove. Eddie had been in worse cars.

The house, too, had thrown him for a loop. He hadn’t known what he’d expected, exactly. Even after meeting up with the other Losers, his closest childhood friends, and hearing about their lives and successes, part of them would always exist in his mind as skinned-kneed, messy haired, dirt-under-their-nails-kids. And that Richie, Eddie imagined, would never have dreamed of living in a house so big. Eddie took pride in his own home, but, wow, Richie’s was massive, complete with a picturesque view of an ocean and beach within driving distance. If Eddie felt like he was being too clingy and close to Richie’s side that week, it was only because he didn’t want to get lost in the house.

The company Richie kept, talked about half the way from the airport, was as star-studded as the clients Eddie had driven for work. But Richie actually knew these people, maybe was friends with some of them and likely hated many of them. The glamour.

But then, there was also a lot in Richie’s life that was as familiar to Eddie as the back of his hand. The 70’s rock that poured out the pretty new car’s speakers and served as frequent intermissions for Richie’s stories, the incessant corny jokes during the house tour that had prompted Eddie to roll his eyes and reach for his phone in the first place, and, now, the blatant abuse of height advantage in their tussle that made them feel like kids again—all that was the same.

“Ha ha, shorty,” Richie beamed when the phone was held victoriously over his head.

“Fuck you, Tozier,” Eddie replied, glaring up at him, calculating.

Richie stuck out his tongue. “Promise?”

After a roll of his eyes that was becoming familiar, Eddie threw his arms around Richie’s waist, squeezing his ribs.

“Hey!” Richie cried before tumbling into laughter, stubbornly keeping the phone over his head with one hand and using the other to try and pry Eddie’s arms off.

“Don’t you dare drop my phone!” Eddie taunted, digging into the back of Richie’s ribs to make him howl.

“Don’t tickle me then!” Richie managed to shoot back. His laugh was the same, too—snorty and squeaky and babbling and loud. The same excited sparkle in his eyes to be goofing around only fueled Eddie’s own competitivity and made his fingers fly faster.

When Richie finally brought his arm down—in part to block out access to yet another sensitive spot Eddie tried to scribble into—he shoved the phone in his back pocket, braced, and threw Eddie over his shoulder. Eddie squawked in surprise and then flew into an indignant huff, trying to tickle Richie’s ribs again but just not quite getting the right angle or being threatened with being dropped when Richie dipped his shoulder crookedly. When Richie had his breath back, he toted Eddie out of the kitchen and into the living room. “Think you can come into my house, and— Oh, well, have I got news for you, Eds.” Richie dumped him unceremoniously on the couch, swinging a long leg over both Eddie’s and pinning him there. “My house, my rules, my turn to tickle the shit out of you like you did to me at the Derry motel two months ago and like you did every day when we were kids.”

Eddie fought hard against Richie’s attempts to gain access to his stomach. “Okay okay okay, hey,” Eddie rambled, “it’s not like A. it was just me that tickled you stupid back then,” Eddie caught Richie’s hand when it dove toward his side but let slip an anticipatory squeak that had Richie grinning, “B. you got me back plenty, C. you usually started it or provoked it because D. you loved every second of it.”

Richie’s hands still, and Eddie took grateful calming breaths even as his grip on Richie’s wrists was vicelike. “Even if I acknowledged your trivial details,” Richie said, slow and low, “it’s only you and me now, Eds. Only one target for my long overdue revenge. But, hey, we’ve grown up a lot; maybe you’ve even grown out of how debilitatingly ticklish you used to be.”

The grin, the teasing tone, the wiggling fingers edging closer even as Eddie pushed, albeit more and more weakly with each word—those were all the same as he remembered, and they were all for him. Richie gave him enough time for a smile to begin wobbling up on his lips but not enough time to swear before twisting his wrists free and diving into attack Eddie’s midsection. Actually, Eddie thought, he had grown out of some of the sensitivity that his friends had liked to torment him with as a kid, but, being here with Richie like old times, Eddie found himself cackling at the lightest touch. Easy. Maybe he was just happy.

Even if Richie could read ‘happy’ off him like a book, Eddie still had to buck and whack and swear; it wouldn’t be a ‘wreck Eddie’ session without such familiar reactions.

Richie went through the long list of spots he remembered as he tickled Eddie to bits as well as once that sprung up that he hadn’t realized he’d forgotten. Just grazing his fingertips down Eddie’s neck made him scrunch up and snort, raking nails down his lowest ribs made him gasp and giggle, and, jackpot, zeroing in on his belly button made him shriek and swear. Much as Richie, too, was excited about being reintroduced to regarding Eddie, this was a banger of a way to start.

“Next time I need a rubber duck for a routine, I should use you as my test audience,” Richie chuckled, holding Eddie, still giggly after thorough revenge, close to his chest as demanded by the shorter man—that and that his phone be returned to him. “I bet you’d give me all the laughs for my set.” He punctuated the idea by giving Eddie’s hip a squeeze.

“Pity laughs,” Eddie said with a yelp into Richie’s chest.

He shrugged, smiling and kissing Eddie’s temple. “Still counts.”

[scarlettqagain]

New car goofin’....

My new blue boi! Smooth ride. Winnipeg roads are the worse. This guy helps!

[snatcher-no-snatching]

Science Express AU - Train Rush

Doctor Conductor is back in act 2 of battle of the birds! Hat Kid pays the Science Express a visit to help the madman with some experiments, but things will naturally go awry one way or another...

"Ah, lass, ye finally made it! It's about time!"

Hat Kid didn't know what to expect the infamous Science Express to look like, but it certainly wasn't this. A hulking behemoth of metal and steam, parts graphed together seemingly haphazardly, and numerous bits of machinery moving in synch, including a giant pair of mechanical arms that set down track with impressive speed. An efficient locomotive to be sure, but it also looked as if it could fall apart if a single cog came loose. 

It wouldn't take an expert to figure out this train has seen better days

"Come along now, I'll show ye where you'll be helpin' today," said the yellow... bird?

"Thank you mister... uh..." The child stopped short as she realized she had never gotten the man's name. Thankfully, he seemed to pick up on the issue,

"Ah right, how rude of me!" He stood up a little straighter and adjusted his hat. "I'm known as the great Doctor Conductor, lead scientist and engineer of this here train!" he said, rolling his r’s heavily. Hat Kid smiled, finding his boisterous arrogance rather goofy.

"Right, thank you mister Condoctor." He nodded and opened his mouth to continue, but did somewhat of a double-take once he processed the portmanteau.

"Oi! No nicknames!" He shouted, "Ye'll call me either Doctor, Conductor, or both! Take yer pick!"

"Condoctor." Hat kid nodded smugly.

The Condoctor huffed a sigh as he realized arguing with the child was futile.

“Just… follow me.” Hat Kid obediently followed him through the door at the back of the train and into what looked like a laboratory, or at least part of one. Looking around curiously, she remembered a rumour she’d overheard that the Condoctor built this whole thing all on his own. As a fellow engineer she couldn’t help but be impressed, especially given this planet’s lack of advanced technology. Of course, no steam locomotive could ever hope to hold a candle to her beloved spaceship.

As the two moved from car to car, Hat Kid found herself wanting to stop and take a closer look at the various experiments being conducted by the many avian scientists. Beakers and flasks filled with unknown substances, steel being welded into huge machines, testing chambers obstructed by the many technicians crowded around the viewing glass… Hat Kid could spot at least a dozen workplace hazards, and perhaps a few human rights violations. If birds even have human rights, that is.

This laboratory is basically 15 different OSHA violations in a steel trenchcoat plowing its way through the desert at 160km/h.

Multiple owls in labcoats and glasses straightened up as they walked past, frantically trying to look focused on their given tasks. A couple of them gave the child a questioning look, but quickly averted their gaze when they noticed the presence of their boss.

A blast from somewhere to the left startled Hat Kid, but the Condoctor didn't seem to mind the small explosion at all, not even sparing it a passing glance.

Hat Kid was beginning to understand why this train was in such rough condition.

"Alright, we're here." About six cars into the train, the bird leading her stopped at a heavy metal door. He made a sound of effort as he turned the valve-like handle, and the door squeaked open.

The first thing Hat Kid noticed was that the room was bright, compared to the dim hallway they had been walking down. It was on the small side, and plain in the way most labs tend to be. In the far corner sat two birds on a tarp that had been spread out, and between them laid a half-assembled machine of some sort, with multiple parts and tools scattered about. At the sound of the door, the owls looked up from their work and stopped what they were doing to sit up straighter

"A-ah, Doctor Conductor, do you- do you need anything sir?" One of them fumbled, having nearly dropped the wrench he was holding. 

"Aye, this lil' lass is helping out for the day, and I'd like ye to put ‘er to work." The scientist in question jabbed a finger in Hat Kid's direction, and it was just then that she took notice of his rather sharp talons. She would have been a little intimidated if not for the mental image of the man making himself custom fitted gloves. Her giggle consequently caught the attention of the two owls, who seemed to just now notice her presence.

"Her?" The first one clarified.

"But- but sir- she's rather young isn't she?" The second one asked in the same nervous tone

"She'll be fine, just give her work to do. You'll be needin' the extra help, I want that machine done by the end of the day, y'hear me?!" The Condoctor shouted, and his underlings only responded with a nod and a quiet 'yes sir'. 

"Good." He moved to whisper something to the owl closest to him, before turning back to Hat kid, "These owls will show ye what to do, so just listen to them. Come find me at the front of the train when yer done." He made a move for the exit, but stopped with his hand on the door to shout over his shoulder

"And ye better wear the proper gear! Get yerself a labcoat lass, the last thing ye need is a chemical burn," he tugged on his own rubber coat for emphasis. He made one more step before turning to shout one last time,

"And ye BETTER. NOT. BREAK ANYTHING."

With that, the door was slammed shut, and the two owls released the breath they'd been holding.

Hat Kid couldn't bring herself to be intimidated by his threats at all, he just came off as overly theatrical in her eyes. And why such little faith in her abilities? She had her fair share of experience when it came to lab experiments, but she couldn't make any promises. Hopefully the science express will still be in one piece by the end of the day. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?

-

The Condoctor sat at the front of the train peacefully overlooking a set of blueprints and occasionally sipping from his mug of coffee, when suddenly-- Boom! Crash! A loud cacophony shook the whole train, causing the scientist to stagger and throw his drink up in alarm,

“WHAT IN THE BLUE BLAZES WAS THAT?!” He shouted moments before his mug landed squarely on his head, knocking his hat away and thoroughly soaking his feathers. His coffee, which had been cold, was now surely warmed up again as the Condoctor’s ire reached a boiling point.

“There had better be a good explanation for this…” he seethed

-

“WHOT IS THE MEANING OF ALL THIS RACKET?!” The owls jumped as their boss burst into the car. He paused, realizing just about every scientist he had under his wing (ha) was gathered around one of the big monitors. “Yer all better not be goofin’ off in ‘ere!!”

“S-s-sir! There was a big accident-- an-- an explosion!” one of them stuttered

“An’ what else is new?!” They all flinched at the venom in their boss’ tone.

“Well, you see, uh, it was, uh, that-- that girl you told us to work with, well, she, uh--”

“Get to the point already” the Condoctor growled impatiently. The owl, his nerves thoroughly spent, looked towards his peers for assistance. One at the front of the group spoke up,

“Sir, just take a look,” he gestured towards the screen he and his coworkers had all been crowded around. On it was an interactive image of the Science Express, displaying the locomotive’s current condition. It was one of the train’s recent additions, installed around the same time as the auto-pilot function allowing for further automation. 

More importantly however, were the flashing lights and warning signs all over the screen- whatever exploded caused massive damage to the furthest cars. The Condoctor pushed his way past his crew so he could point at the red lights that were slowly creeping up the train from the rear, “Whot’s all this?” 

“Fire, sir. From the explosion,” the same owl responded. “We already have men there trying to keep it under control, but we think we’re gonna have to detach some cars-”

“WHOT?!” the Condoctor interrupted. “We can’t just- just- detach ‘em!!” He gestured frustratedly and pointed to the caboose, “I keep some of me most important research back there! Not to mention, the.....” He uncharacteristically trailed off, earning one or two concerned looks from his men as a cold, dreadful realization crept up the back of his neck and made all of his feathers stand on end. 

He shook his head clear. Focus! He has to focus--

But the feeling only amplified at his next realization;

“Where’s the li’l lass?” He asked, unusually quiet. Unnerved, the owl that had been speaking to him played with the collar of his coat and averted his gaze. The Condoctor turned expectantly towards the others for answers, only to find the rest of them looking away as well.

“Well?! Speak up! Where is she?” He demanded. 

One owl cleared his throat to get his boss’ attention, but still spoke without looking up, “S-she, uh, she overheard that there was valuable research back there and volunteered to retrieve it--” “Whot?!” 

“She ran off before any of us could stop her, we--”

“Where is she now?!” worked up again at this new information, he turned his attention back towards the monitor.

“T-there I believe, sir,” the owl next to him pointed at a moving yellow dot. 

The Condoctor immediately brought up the security feed and looked for the car she would be in. He quickly spotted her small figure moving among the debris and flames, and quietly thanked the stars his cameras hadn’t been too badly damaged. Without a moment to waste, he opened up a comm link with the car.

-

Hat Kid ran through the train cars with determination and jumped over obstacles with practiced ease. With her handy-dandy sprint hat, she’ll be in and out of there in no time flat! 

“Run, kid!”

“We’re doomed!” she vaguely heard as she passed a few owls armed with fire extinguishers desperately trying to control the flames. Such drama queens!

She came to an abrupt halt right before entering the next door as a screen hanging on the wall to her right buzzed to life. 

“L@*=, %an y# he*] =e?” a fuzzy image appeared among the static and an unclear voice crackled from the speakers. Hat Kid tilted her head quizzically at the screen; was it broken?

“Ah sa!d, La%s, can ye hear me?” The image and voice cleared up considerably, until Hat Kid was able to recognize her favourite scientist-slash-engineer. 

“Yea!” she nodded and smiled.

“Thank goodness,” The Condoctor sighed in relief before resuming in an urgent tone, “Lass, you need to listen carefully! One of me biggest bombs is bein’ stored at the back of the train, an’ if the fire reaches it, it’s game over fer all of us!” 

She heard the horrified gasps and whispers from the owls through the speaker, no doubt in a panic over the new threat. 

“Our best hope is to detach the car an’ get as far away as possible before it blows, now get back here, quickly!” 

“I can make it!” the girl said enthusiastically

“Lass, wait-!” but it was too late, she had already proceeded through the door and into the next car. The Condoctor slammed his fist down and swore under his breath, doing his best to ignore the commotion of his employees around him. Regaining his composure, he switched to the security feed coming from the car the child had just entered, who’s communication link seemed to be down. “Keeping up wi’ her like this is gonna be tricky…”

He flinched as he witnessed her narrowly avoid getting hewn in two by a circular saw that swung down from the ceiling. He swore louder this time as he frantically pressed buttons looking for the one for the PA system.

-

Meanwhile, Hat Kid clutched her chest as she tried to calm herself down. A buzzsaw?! Really?! She knew this train was a steel deathtrap, but she wasn’t expecting woodworking equipment to rain down from above!

As she gazed at the swinging blades she heard a low tone and the crinkle of static from seemingly all sides

“Lass? Lass, are you alright?” the avian engineer asked over the loudspeakers, fully knowing that she wouldn’t be able to verbally respond either way. Hat Kid swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. 

“Listen to me, alright? The explosion must have set off the train’s security system, I designed it meself to be impossible to get through!” the Condoctor spoke slowly and clearly, “Just come back to the front of the train, it’s too dangerous!”  

The child took a calming breath, adjusted the cap on her head and smiled. Impossible, huh?

With a running start, she leapt through the sea of buzzsaws with grace and ease, causing the Condoctor to shout in surprise and protest. All he could do was watch as she boosted herself on various shelves and platforms until she triumphantly landed at the other side of the car with a flourish, completely unharmed. 

“An’ they call me crazy…” The mad scientist placed a weary hand on his forehead

Hat Kid continued through the train, the knowledge of the bomb sitting at the back of her mind like a countdown clock. Regardless, she was confident in her abilities! This security system was definitely the most bizarre she’d ever seen, but nothing she and her expert platforming skills couldn’t handle. There were piles of debris to maneuver around, steam from broken pipes to avoid, more buzzsaws, collapsing platforms, actual cannons firing at her, and a pit of vibrant green acid/goo that definitely wasn’t there before. 

And, of course, fire. Lots and lots of fire. Everywhere. 

She jumped and dived through hazard after hazard as the owls cheered for her over the PA system, though their boss was tense with worry-- the cameras at the back of the train were surely broken, he’d have no way to keep an eye on her. There was no telling how much longer she had left, and the sooner they disconnected those cars the better.

Soon Hat Kid found herself at the caboose without a scratch on her, and just in time, too; the fire was starting to get a little too close for comfort. A smaller explosion somewhere else rocked the car, urging her to act swiftly and get the hell out of dodge. She scoured the room quickly for what she was here to recover. Research papers, important research papers, they’ve gotta be around here somewhere....

Simultaneously, the Condoctor and his owls felt the explosion much more closely than Hat Kid did, the scientists scrambling for something to hold on to to steady themselves. In his peripherals, the mad doctor noticed a change in the monitor; the security feed had died completely, and perhaps most concerningly, the entire rear half of the train’s status display image was gone. He didn’t have long to think about it, as moments later one of the owls with the fire extinguishers burst through the door to the car. Winded and in a panic, he attempted to say something clearly important that ended up coming out as a stuttered mess, 

“The- the- the train-- The cars, they-- broken--” That was all the Condoctor needed to hear to put the pieces together, and he immediately assumed the worst. He pushed his way past the owl, and ran as fast as he could through the disarray to the room where the impromptu firefighters had been stationed. They were all gathered around the scorched black door, muttering amongst themselves with trepidation, too preoccupied to notice their boss. 

He quickly ushered them aside, “Out of my way, ah--” he cut himself short as he yanked the door open and nearly met his end then and there. Regaining his balance, he looked down to see the track racing beneath them, and looking up he saw the rest of his beloved train growing further and further away as it lost traction.

He swore again as he became vaguely aware of the owls crowding behind him. He thought of racing to the pilot and pulling the emergency brakes, but he knew they’d never stop in time. 

The options raced through his mind as he continued to stare hopelessly at the ever retreating cars, dreading the thought of the hatted child trapped in there all alone as the flames engulfed the whole thing-- no! what could he do?! there had to be something, anything-- 

It was nothing short of a miracle when he heard the door of the car squeak open, and through the glare of the desert sun he saw the figure of a little girl energetically waving at him. The owls erupted in cheers of joy at the sight of her safe return, and the Condoctor finally let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Happy as he was to see her, there was still one problem;

The cars had already grown too far apart for anyone to cross. No matter how good at jumping Hat Kid may be, that gap couldn’t be traversed by normal means. The scientist racked his brain for ideas, but came up short.

“now isn’t a good time for me noggin to start drawin’ blanks...”

The next few moments happened a little too fast for him to process.

He vaguely noticed the child holding something, a blue umbrella, he thinks. Then there were various clinks, followed by a solid clunk, and next thing he knew the child was coming towards him faster than he was able to brace himself for the impact

The wind was knocked from his lungs as he fell back on top of the owls, ending up in a tangled heap on the floor. 

“What the- lass, how did you…?” he mumbled as he groaned and slowly sat up, rubbing his head from when it made contact with the floor. The child, already standing herself, offered him a hand to help him up. 

“Hookshot!” she answered simply and held out her umbrella, which he now noticed had a grappling claw at the end of it that wasn’t there before.

“Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle….” were the only words the Condoctor could muster in such a situation. 

The owls slowly gathered their bearings as well, congratulating Hat Kid and rubbing the unpleasantness from their own sore joints,

“You did good, kid!”

“I thought we were goners for sure!”

“We don’t get paid enough for this…”

“Are you an acrobat or something?”

“You could be an olympic gymnast!”

“But, wait a second,” one owl caught the group’s attention. “What about the research you went to get?”

The question clicked in Hat Kid’s brain as she put her fist in her hand like she just remembered something. Wordlessly, she reached up to her tall purple top hat and lifted it off her head, causing a multitude of papers and documents to flutter to the ground unceremoniously.

A beat passed, and the Condoctor cracked up laughing, no longer able to hold in the emotions from the recent events. This caused Hat Kid to start laughing as well, and in turn, the owls.

The car was soon filled with the sound of uncontrollable mirth, stopping only at the earth-shaking explosion that went off in the distance. Everyone watched through the still open door as the rear half of the train, now leagues behind them, went up in a grand display of smoke and flames. 

As the fiery remains rained down from the sky and kicked up the desert sand, the Condoctor broke the silence as he burst into laughter once more, perhaps even louder than the last time. Hat Kid’s much softer giggles joined him once again, but the owls could only bring themselves to chuckle half-heartedly as they internally mourned the weeks of hard work they’d lost.

“Ahhh…” the cackles finally died down as the mad scientist wiped a nonexistent tear from his face. “That was fun.” he said, earning more than a few concerned glances from his crew. 

-

“Well lass, it’s been quite a day.”

Hat Kid made a small sound of agreement as she hopped down from the last step and onto the platform. The train had stopped at a little town to let Hat Kid off, with the Conductor deciding to accompany her to the small station’s boarding deck. 

“Mah legs hurt just rememberin’ how ye jumped around like some sort ah little daredevil; I could probably sell the security footage as an action movie-- Who knows? Maybe in another life I was some kind of director!” He paused to chuckle. “Could ye imagine that, me, one o’ them big time silver screen stars? Ha!” 

The man joked as he rubbed his face; he felt tired as the day’s events finally caught up to him, and the mere thought of all the repair work that needed to be done only increased his exhaustion, but he kept a good-natured smile on his face. 

Hat Kid on the other hand looked just as spry as when she first arrived, looking up expectantly at the engineer.

“Oh right! of course,” the Condoctor said as he remembered his end of their bargain, and from somewhere behind him he produced a familiar hourglass-like relic that shimmered as it caught the sun. “Here, one of them thing-a-ma-jigs yer collecting.” 

Hat Kid bounced happily as he handed it to her, doing a little spin before tucking it safely beneath her hat. When she looked back up at the scientist to thank him, he was already mounting the steps to his train.

“Don’t forget to stop by again later, I’ll have some more work ready for ye by tomorrow!” He called over his shoulder.

The little hatted child waved, and watched the damaged train slowly whirr to life before speeding off into the emptiness of the desert once more. When it was little more than a speck on the horizon obscured by the dust it kicked up, she turned on her heel and walked away. 

There was still lots to do if she wanted to get all her time pieces back.

[lasercruz]

@quarterdollar​ fuck you and im sorry that i took so long to answer and i hope that im mostly coherent because i am. very tired as im typing this

1: Full name Nicky Jackie Marie Cruz !!

2: Age 21

3: 3 Fears Mold, tall heights if I’m not secured (like, I’m not scared of rollercoaster heights but I’m scared of like, cliffs), and balloons esp balloon animals

4: 3 things I love I love so many things uhh hh h. Jjba, adventure zone, and my friendssss 💞

I know turn ons/offs aren’t inherently sexual but i never know what to say for them so im skipping them :0

7: My best friend you 🥺🥺

8: Sexual orientation bi

9: My best first date ive never really been on a actual date :0

10: How tall am I 5′3

11: What do I miss being with my friends physically and just watching stuff or goofing around on the floor 😭

12: What time were I born 11:02pm

13: Favourite color Dark blues

14: Do I have a crush yes shh

15: Favourite quote there so much sappy quotes that are on uquizzes a lot that i like a lot the first that comes to mind is “ You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.” and so on and also “if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more”

16: Favourite place As far as just physically and not like people or other stuff that comes with with a place, I miss VT campus a lot tbh more than I thought I would. To pick a more specific place, the gazebo at the duck pond cause its where I’d go if I wanted to be alone or like if my roommate was sleeping or working and i didnt want to worry about being quite and it was always super peaceful

17: Favourite food I dont really have One favorite food it just depends what I’m in the mood for but my go to answer for favorite food category wise is either chinese or seafood

18: Do I use sarcasm Depends who I’m with ?? Generally no not often but if im close with someone and just goofin yeah

19: What am I listening to right now My love song playlist. its my go to thing to listen to cause my playlist with all my music has so much on it that i end up skipping half the songs until i find something im in the mood for and this one has a lot less that i end up skipping. the current song its on is day without you by keep for cheap

20: First thing I notice in new person It depends on the person like if they have something that stands out about them, thats what I tend to notice but like. How they carry themself i guess ? cause i feel like thats a easy way to get a read on somebody before talking to them

21: Shoe size 5 mens / 7 womans

22: Eye color Brown

23: Hair color Naturally dark brown but currently dyed black with rainbow bangs

24: Favourite style of clothing this question is on so many ask games and quizzes and I never know how to answer it cause i feel like i dont really have one specific style,, I like colorful and fun stuff i guess ?

25: Ever done a prank call?  No and if you prank call a place of business youre annoying. i used to answer phones at work and we didn’t get them super often but GOD i hate prank callers

27: Meaning behind my URL emu is an old nickname and what i mainly went by until i settled on Nicky and this. is my blog.

28: Favourite movie Baby driver !!

29: Favourite song my go to answer for this is community gardens by the scary jokes

30: Favourite band THE SCARY JOKES

31: How I feel right now sleeby,,,,

32: Someone I love i love , my friendz ,, 🥺🥰

33: My current relationship status single ✌️

34: My relationship with my parents im close to my mom but i dont really get along with my dad ,

35: Favourite holiday Christmas !

36: Tattoos and piercing i have no tattoos, 3 piercings in each ear (2 on each earlobe and 1 on the top on each side)

37: Tattoos and piercing i want I want a interrobang on my wrist and an Aquarius symbol on my ankle and MAYBE the joestar birthmark, i wouldn’t mind more ear piercings and i want a septum piercing but ive seen videos of them getting done and they make me squirm i dont know if id go through with it

38: The reason I joined Tumblr sdklgkjgh i had a my little pony roleplay blog before i made my personal account

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? no we’re good friends !!

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? no not regularly at least

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? no

42: When did I last hold hands? my mom tried to hold my hand when i was half asleep on the couch the other day but like i was so out of it so like it was more our fingers together and the rest of my hand just loosely dangling so if that doesnt count, you

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? i give myself about 2 hours if im doing full makeup but thats purposefully longer than i need so i dont have to worry about rushing and i can relax and take my time

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? no i only shave them if they’re gonna be showing or if the Urge to be Smooth comes over me

45: Where am I right now? my room at home on my bed

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? probably Kaylie cause she doesn’t drink and i assume if im drunk with other friends there she’d be the only sober one

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Reasonable, if i have it too loud i cant think so the only time i  have my music loud is if im doing nothing and want to Not Think

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Ye

49: Am I excited for anything? short term im excited for the ai crushes all banks stream tonight and long term im excited to move into our apartment 

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? no im not a tell everything to someone type of person .

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? i smile most of the time like, at work (before we wore masks) id always be smiling to look nice and like. just in general if i want to Not Look Unhappy or whatever

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? my mom probably like, yesterday

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? ive never kissed any1     .

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?  nope i don’t think i really trust easily so like this doesnt rlly happen,

55: What is something I disliked about today? i woke up late cause i was up late last night so ive been tired all day I dont like the feeling

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? language barriers aside itd be super cool to meet hirohiko araki

57: What do I think about most? Whatever media im currently most into so right now adventure zone and magnus archives

58: What’s my strangest talent? umm i dunno im kinda flexable i guess ? not like ~contortionist~ level but like enough that i can freak people out sometimes

59: Do I have any strange phobias? i mentioned balloons as a fear in an eariler question so yeah that but im a lot better about it than i used to be

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? in front tbh

61: What was the last lie I told? i was on phones for the last hour and a half of my shift on friday and like. when people call and ask if an item is in stock and i can’t confirm it i, just tell them its not. like, someone asked if we had a specific kayak and i usually just search the walmart app or run over to where itd be to check but the kayaks are to far for me to run to and the app said limited stock which usually means little to none so , i just put it on hold for a bit then tell him we’re out.

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? i like video chatting in theory cause its nice to see people visibly react to stuff but i tend to get too self conscious about how i look so i  just do audio only

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? yes to both !! i am both

64: Do I believe in magic? yes in some ways i suppose

65: Do I believe in luck? yes im v superstitious

66: What’s the weather like right now? its a pretty good day its sunny but not too hot :oo

67: What was the last book I’ve read? its been ages since i last read a book in full 😔  i honestly dont knwo what the last one would of been 😔 😔

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? yes !!! love it

69: Do I have any nicknames? not anything i get consistently called no

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? ive never gotten super hurt that i can think of ??

71: Do I spend money or save it? save it

72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? no

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? doppio bean plush ,,,,

74: Favourite animal? hedgehogs!!!!

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? on my phone probably on tiktok or something waiting for jojo to come on toonami

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? I? dont think he has one i guess ??

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? butterflies by samsa but it makes me happy in the “im crying now” kinda way itss cute

78: How can you win my heart? just by being nice and respectful tbh ,

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? idk i dont really want anything fancy just my name (chosen name please god im so scared of dying and geting my birth name on my tombstone if that happens i WILL come back as a vengeful ghost) and my birth and death dates

80: What is my favorite word? saccharine

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr by my tumblr crushes (which its been YEARS since i looked at) ; frostios, 27names4tears, smollpurrito, happynaru, and warpedlamp

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? if we being real id just get so scared dsjkfsldjglg  theres so much i could say i dont know :((

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? not ? that i know of 

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? why are all the questions worded super basic except this one skdlskdjfj. Shape shifting

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? i can really think of anything really as long as a friend is asking i tend to answer truthfully ?

86: What is my current desktop picture? Sobble BUT this reminded me that i wanted to change it to a xenoblade pic so its this now :

90: Failed a class? no

91: Kissed a boy? no

92: Kissed a girl? no

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? no but oh god just thinking about that im 🥺🥺🥺🥺 id die id melt 🥺🥺

94: Had job? ye i was a cashier for a year in highschool and then i work in wamlart apparel in the summers

95: Left the house without my wallet? not when I know ill need it no, but ive left it home if im just going to a friend or family member’s house or i have my mom’s card or some cash in my pocket

96: Bullied someone on the internet? no !!

98: Played on a sports team? no lmao i dont do sports

99: Smoked weed? no

100: Did drugs? i had a weed brownie like once but it was such a small piece i didnt really feel anything

101: Smoked cigarettes? no

102: Drank alcohol? Ye

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? not currently i was vegan for a little bit to encourage a friend that was doing it though

104: Been overweight? no

105: Been underweight? no

106: Been to a wedding?  yes three, my grandma’s when she got remarried, and both my brothers

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? probably yes lmao often

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? not TV TV but if netflix and the like count then yes

109: Been outside my home country? no :(

110: Gotten my heart broken? not ? really no

111: Been to a professional sports game? ive been to a handful of Yankee games

112: Broken a bone? no

114: Been to prom? yes i went to my highschool’s and a friend’s highschool’s my senior year

115: Been in airplane? no

116: Fly by helicopter? no

117: What concerts have I been to? none :((((

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? ye

119: Learned another language? i took 3 years of Spanish in high school but i wasn’t any good at it and dont really remember much of what i did learn

120: Wore make up? yes i do often :0

123: Dyed my hair? ye a lot

124: Voted in a presidential election? yes ever since iv been old enough to i vote

125: Rode in an ambulance? no

126: Had a surgery?  dental surgery yes

127: Met someone famous? Not anyone i’d count no

128: Stalked someone on a social network? depends on what you count as stalking i guess but like not ever in a creepy way like ive been on people’s social media to find out stuff about them like. if theyre in a relationship or especially after highschool ill wonder about someone i havent talked to in awhile and ill see what theyve been up to and what theyre doing with their life and stuff

129: Peed outside? no

130: Been fishing? yes like once

131: Helped with charity? donation wise yes

132: Been rejected by a crush? ive never confessed to anyone and been rejected but once a friend told my crush i liked them and they confronted me about it and rejected me but it made me more mad at the friend that told them than it made me sad about being rejected because i knew it’d probably go like that  and it justmade thing awkward between us for awhile  😔

133: Broken a mirror? ive broken the little mirrors inside eyeshadow pallets but i havent broken full ones

134: What do I want for birthday? usually just money lol or something thoughtful and cute

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? i aggresivly do NOT want kids BUT hypohetically Elliot or Xander for a boy and idk what i’d nam a girl

136: Was I named after anyone? no

137: Do I like my handwriting?  its messy so no not really but if im writing something for myself like a not or whatever i dont mind as long as i can read it

138: What was my favourite toy as a child? even as a little kid i always played computer games but other than that, this guy :

139: Favourite Tv Show? Jojo

140: Where do I want to live when older? New york or japan

141: Play any musical instrument? i can kind of play harmonica

142: One of my scars, how did I get it? i burnt my thumb kinda bad on the oven a while ago its still kinda healing but right now it looks like its gonna stay a scar

143: Favourite pizza toping? i like everything/suprieme pizza but if i have to pick one single topping pepperoni

144: Am I afraid of the dark? yes :((

145: Am I afraid of heights? mentioned it earlier but yes if im not strapped in or secured etc

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? no im so scared of being caught doing something bad that i just. dont

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? i mean yes but thats life babey

149: What my greatest achievments are ive gotten awards for grades and stuff but that boring BUT i got the english department award or whatever that was called im very proud of that

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery i donate some and save the rest tbh

152: What do I like about myself i can be pretty  sometimes 👉👈 im cute or whateva ,,,

153: My closest Tumblr friend i dont really havent “tumblr friends” aside from friends i know irl and also tey have tumblrs ,,

154: Something I fantasise about just. growing up and having my own place maybe with someone and. being comfortable and  okay and not having to worry ,,

155: Any question you’d like? dkfjhdskhf japan :000

[arcenergy]

2 (or just like. Names you think are cool), 33, 52, 53, 57

molly my friend molly

2. what would you name your future kids/names u think r cool?

im soooooo bad w names like there’s never a point in my life where i ever think abt like..naming anything other than if it was an inanimate object or for a joke. the only other name i think would be inch teresting (mostly as a nickname) would b red bc im cringe

33. something you want to learn

nothing. ive learned enough. im done now :)

52. something i’m talented at art???

53. 5 things that make me happy 1. my FWIENS

2. choccy chip 

3. video games w/ the boys

4. when ur sitting next to ur friend after u got done new boot goofin n its the middle of the night and everything is suddenly Ok

5. long car rides 

57. favourite animal(s) BATS. horsies....and seal.

[femme-blem]

Updates and Announcements

Hello, everyone! I apologize for the long stretches of silence. I don't like posting updates without posting some Actual Content in tandem, but writing's coming awful slow to me lately (and I'm really supposed to be catching up with summer projects, which I haven't done either...)

But, as you know, Three Houses is coming out in just a little while! I believe I've mentioned before, but I'll be purchasing it on the day it releases and am playing nearly blind (I've only seen up through the E3 trailer). I'm highly excited to play a protagonist that looks to be much like me: a mullet-having sapphic with bad fashion.

Mixed news, though - I'm leaving for vacation the day after release. That means that, while I'll certainly have time to play on flights and long car rides, it may be difficult to dedicate time for writing until I return. While it's sad to not be able to participate in the community as much as I'd like the second release hits, I can play kind of slow, and I think it'll let everyone get some time to let the game sink in and not worry about getting spoilers too early.

One more thing: I've been mulling over this for a while, but I've decided to take applications for another mod! I've never co-run a blog before, but I think it'd be good to have someone to share ideas and feedback with as well as help take on requests to get more gay out to the people. It'd also be less of a blow to the blog whenever I get busy or sidetracked like this (and it certainly won't be the last time - I have one more semester of college left). I'm going to peek at how other blogs have done mod applications in the past and likely make a separate post about requirements and what info to send and such, so be on the lookout for that!

As always, thank you so much for following and interacting with my content! My inbox is still open for general swooning over ladies (tell me who you plan on romancing!! I'm undecided), non-spoilery game discussion, goofin', and proposals of marriage. I know I'm not the chattiest person on my best days, but I love hearing what you all have to say!