#running iut of time

[trevination]

transfem ponyboy who runs away to nyc after hearing abt stonewall and all the riots and the thriving community…… hear me out

[chrollohearttags]

woke up with the intention to be productive and have a good week. unfortunately I just have the saddies now and I lack motivation to do anything

[insomniadreamzz]

Little brat

G!P Jinx x Fem!Reader

Mentions of G!P, pegging, overstimulation, smut, sub!Jinx, dom!Reader

Little whines filled up the room as you painfully slow stroked Jinx‘s cock as she was tied on her own chair.

„What? The oh so brave and master criminal can’t form words? Why are this cute.“ You teased her, looking into her glowing pink eyes which were filled with lust. „S-shut up…“ She managed to say in between her soft whining, hips buckling up into your touch as she wanted more.

„Now don’t be so bratty, you know this won’t take you anywhere.“ You said, letting go of her cock as you just slowly circled the tip of her cock with your finger, making her twitch. „You will regret this…“ She groaned, her face all red. Jinx wasn’t the one to give in that quickly, she always wanted to be the one in control but this time you were in charge and you loved it.

„Are you sure? I think you will regret being a brat to me.“ You answered, wrapping your fingers around her cock again, gently stroking up and down, making her moan softly. „Be a good girl for me yea? Let me make you cum.“ You cooed, placing a kiss only on her cheek, knowing she craved your lips on hers but you didn’t give her that satisfaction yet. Your movements became faster, jerking her off as a louder whine left her lips, jerking her hips up as she came, making you smile in satisfaction but you were far from done with her. „Good girl…“ You said, looking at her and she looked away from you, embarrassed how much of control you had. „Y-Yea now remove those ties.“ She demnadend but you shook your head as you stood up and took off your clothes, exposing yourself fully to her. „No.“ You simply said before straddling her, your arms around her neck.

„What are you doing?“ Jinx asked but her facial expression showed you she wanted more just like you. She just didn’t want to give in to you.

„Making you cum again, what else? You think I don’t want to get off as well?“ Your hand gently caressed her cheek before you adjusted yourself, making her cock slip inside of your already wet cunt, making you moan softly at the good feeling and so did Jinx.

She wished she could touch you, trying to get rid of the ties but you made sure they weren’t easy to get lose so only a frustrated groan escaped her lips, all the squirming not helping her to get free.

Both of your hands are placed on her shoulders now as you moved, using her like a toy, she wasn’t able to move, to touch you. Actually not able to do anything but sit there, letting you fuck her. Both of you moaned as you slid up and down on her cock, seeing in her facial expression that her wall was breaking. She couldn’t keep her bratty behavior or she will really not get what she wanted so Jinx finally gave in, begging now for you to kiss her. „Hnngh! P-Please…please kiss me. I need to-…ah-…I need to feel you more.“ She whined in between her moaning, making you grab her face. „That’s my good girl…“ You whispered, your lips close to hers as you did before closing the gap between you two and finally kissing her.

She kissed you back, her tongue immediately moving inside your mouth and you let her kiss you passionately, sharing muffled moans into the kiss as you kept on moving your hips. „Mhh…I am close…p-please get off.“ Jinx whimpered but you didn’t plan to get off her, you wanted her to cum inside of you. You shut her up by kissing her more, your tongue’s fighting for dominance and when you sped up your movements she just couldn’t hold it anymore, reaching her orgasm as she came, filling you up with her cum, the warm feeling of her cum inside you made you cum as well, moaning iut loudly as your lips part, only being connected by a string of saliva, your walls clenching around her, riding out your orgasm.

„Fuck!…“ Her lips searched yours again and you welcomed the kiss, whining a little when Jinx bit down your lower lip, making it bleed a little, her tongue running along your lower lip to lick it up.

You still weren’t done with her. Jinx was too exhausted to process what you did next, removing the ties and dragging her to the bed and making her lay down on her stomach. She was too weak to even defend herself. „What are you doing…“ Was the only thing she could say in between her soft panting. Little did she know that you planned to use a toy on her, already having your strap on. „Only teaching you a little lesson…“ You said as you lifted her hips, making her go on all fours.

Her eyes widened as she let out a little higher pitched moan when you slid the toy inside of her, grabbing the bed sheets so tight she almost ripped them. „Fuuuuck…baby please…I can’t-…“ Jinx sentence got cut off by a gasp, followed by another moan as you thrusted inside of her, the tip of her cock rubbing against the sheets which made her hard again, feeling painful pleasure of being overstimulated. Your hands on her hips to keep her up as you enjoyed the view of Jinx being a whiny mess under you, her toes curling up at the intense feeling she didn’t expect at all.

„Are you gonna be a good girl for me now?“ You teased with a lustful voice but Jinx refused to answer, making you give her ass a hard slap, making her whine. „Hng! Fuck! Yes…yes I am your good girl…I am your little good slut ugh!“ She groaned, your hips moving faster and harder as she gave in to you and finally said those words, her sensitive cock still rubbing against the sheets with every thrust of you until she came a third time, her cock twitching as she came on the sheets, creating a mess but you didn’t care. Her sweet whimpering noises making you feel satisfied as you pulled out of her, letting her collapse on the bed as her body twitched from overstimulation, panting heavily. The view of her beautiful sweaty body did things to you but you weren’t so mean and won’t let her go a fourth time, knowing your own limits as well.

You laid down beside Jinx, cradling her into your arms as you made her head rest on your exposed chest. You loved cuddling with her after sex, just laying there skin on skin as you caressed her body. „I love you.“ You mentioned, making Jinx smile as she nuzzled more into you. „I love you too…you really did me good…“ She whispered before placing little pecks on your skin. You just knew she loved being controlled but she would never admit it. Until today.

[ghostificati0n]

forgot. i also need to put away my clean laundry so i have somewhere to put my dirty laundry. that also upset me

i wanted to watch arcane s2 today but i went to set up my projector and had to climb under my bed to plug in my extension cord, and then i got upset that my room is a mess so ive been on my phone for like an hour :((

[simphornies]

okay, ya’ll hear me out. a cat demon reader who has a crush on alastor (unrequited) and is jst sittin at the bar with husk trying to talk her out of it

A/N: I didn't mean for this to be this long and I didn't mean for this to fade into what it did. But here we are and now I'm gonna have to write a part 2 for this too 🤭✨

Word count: 1.1k (1,135)

Contents: unrequited love, alastor doesn't care about you 😭, vox is involved but at the end, sad drunk reader turn angry, no use of y/n or pronouns, husk being a good shoulder to lean on

Little Pet [ Alastor(unrequited) x Reader → Vox x Reader ]

The static laced voice drove you crazy. His bloodlust was something you strangely found attractive. Alastor. You were in love with the radio demon. Your infatuation for him was the main reason you’re in the hotel since you thought it’d lead to the two of you becoming close.

But it didn’t work. No matter what you did, none of your advances worked and you were too scared to go too far to the point where he distanced himself from you. You’d bring him freshly-killed deer to his room. His delight made you think he was finally starting to warm up to you but he’d just accept your gift and kick you right back out so he can dine by himself.

You groaned at the other cat demon, Husk, who gave you a whole bottle of booze. “I want him so bad, Husk.” You whined before downing half of the bottle.

He rolled his eyes at you, “Look, that fucker isn’t going to consider it.” He sighed at the sad look in your eyes, “I ain’t ever seen him do any of that romantic shit. He’s just not the one, kid.”

“Why can’t he be the one?” You frowned, alcohol dripping from the side of your mouth. You were a mess over this one-sided pining. “Him and I can rule together. We share the same passions, love watching desperate souls try just to fail, do things out of sheer boredom, and crave power! Everything, Husk! I even brought him fresh kill!”

Husk grimaced a bit at the last bit of your sentence but shook the expression off of his face, “You’re gonna have to give up on it. This whole,” He gestured to you, “front you got on right now is looking, well, pretty fuckin’ pathetic. Sorry to be harsh but it’s been, what? A year of pining now? And he hasn’t even spared you a lovin’ glance.” Husk joined you and started to drink an entire bottle of some cheap booze he had.

It was true. You’ve been running, chasing and practically begging for him to return, or even acknowledge, your affections but he would just leave you alone in the dust. You’d be lying if it didn’t hurt. You take a new bottle off of the shelf behind Husk and popped it open, the cork flying off somewhere with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound. “Thanks for the pep talk, Husk.” You pat his back, “I’ll…try to get over it. You’re right. And thanks for the alcohol.”

He gave you a slight smile and nodded, “The bartender’s always here for you. Let me know if you need another round.”

As soon as you got to your room you slammed the door shut behind you before throwing yourself on your bed. You screamed into your pillow and kicked your legs iut of frustration. Your ears pinned down to your side as you flipped on your back. “What the fuck was I thinking?” You turned your head and caught a glimpse of your drunken, emotional self in the mirror. You laughed at your sad display. What were you thinking? Falling for an overlord like him? He’d never return your feelings. You drink out of the bottle you took earlier. “Fuckin’ lame.” You grumbled to yourself.

Maybe it was an attempt to distract yourself from your broken heart but you ended up scrolling through your phone all night long. You started off looking at the pictures you took with the staff and residents here. They made you smile but every single time you see a glitchy photo, your eyes immediately scanned for the red deer demon and your smile would dissipate into a frown. The more you see him, the more your frown would turn into a scowl. Maybe it was the alcohol but your adoration for him turned into irritation.

He could have at least given you an answer! Some kind of closure. But he just continued to be standoffish and mysterious. You didn’t need him. You couldn’t even take photos with him and you love taking photos. Who needs him anyways? Not you. Not anymore, at least. You got mad looking through your gallery and went on social media.

You scrolled through boring posts until your attention was caught in a VoxTek ad. You squint. Vox hates him and you never really understood why at first, but now you do. That pompous, red, deer-headed, old-timey overlord thinks he’s too good for others. You were done pining for him. Your anger sobered you up and erased your affections for the radio demon. You did so much for him! Followed his bidding and his commands with nothing in return, not even a little bit of praise. You’ve killed for him with no hesitation and he didn’t even bother to look! You were done throwing yourself at someone who won’t appreciate your effort.

You look around your room. You didn’t own a lot of things, only a couple drawers of clothes and maybe some little trinkets you got from Charlie littered your table. You look back down at your phone, staring at the photo of VoxTek’s CEO, Vox.

If there was anyone that could understand this newfound hatred, it would be him. If Alastor can’t recognize you for your power now, then you’re just going to have to make him see you. Make him regret ignoring your obvious affections for him and leaving you hanging with no closure.

You pack your things and leave in the night. You left a note for everyone, except Alastor, apologizing for the sudden disappearance and stating you weren’t necessarily ready for redemption yet. Before you headed out, you left a trinket for Husk as a thanks for constantly listening to your ramblings and helping you out of this hole you dug yourself.

You started to make your way to the Vee tower and as you walked with your backpack, you looked around for a VoxTek drone. As soon as you spot one hovering over the rooftops, you jump on anything that could help you get close to it. As soon as you made it up on the roof you stared right into the lens, determination on your face. You lightly tapped on it with your claw.

“Vox? I know you can hear me. I know you’ve seen me around the radio demon. But I’m fucking done with that prick. I’m leaving the hotel and going straight to your tower. I need you and your power. With me by your side, I promise you that you’ll definitely get under that old fuck’s skin.” You grin at the camera and walk away, jumping rooftop to rooftop as you head towards the tower.

Vox heard and saw you. A sinister grin crept up on his face as he leaned back on his chair. He chuckled with amusement at your resolve, his left eye spiraling. “Interesting.”

Taglist: @froggybich @baizzhu @dickmastersworld @matrixbearer2024

[vivaladicamillo]

CKY GUYS/SICK!GN READER

heyyy its been a while!!! i need too try and write more 😭 im feeling a bit ill today so might as well write some headcanons!!!

WARNINGS: none, normal cky stuff

—————————————BAM MARGERA

ok so hes kinda a prick

probably would look at u sideways

“ew u got snot boogies hangin iut ur nose!”

either asks april what to do or makes her take care of u

he doesnt wanna get sick!! hes gotta go skating 😔🙄

will suck it up if ur genuinely suffering tho

hes really dumb tho

leaves u a gatorade and ibuprofen by ur bedside

probably gets u some tissues too ofc

he will be cautious tho, the mans too busy traveling too get sick

hes got too film more stupid shit!! ur on ur own buddy!

RYAN DUNN

a sweetheart

princess treatment 100%

constantly checking up on u

ALL PLANS CANCELED FOR THE NEXT 3-4 DAYS!!

definitely doesnt care abt getting ur illness

drug store trip!!

definitely also doesnt really know what too get u tho

probably asks rake

rake knows everything

literally refuses too let u out of his sight

hes like a mother duck

only downside is this mf is NOT cleaning up after u

he barely does himself!!

BRANDON DICAMILLO

oh boy

listen

hes weird

he will definitely try to mess with u at first

teasing and trying get a reaction

bur if he actually realizes ur sick he will help as best as he could

need him too run too the store? got it!

want a bath? sure! (hes joining tho WITH his action figures)

wanna js rot and bed and watch horrible western films (bc do u really have a choice?) lets do it!!

he can be sweet if he wants too

probably will try and feed u soup

then try too baby bird it too u which makes u wanna punch him

but hey, u gotta love the freak

RAAB HIMSELF

THE SWEETEST

literally would do anything for u

LOVESS lazy sick cuddles

especially when hes hungover

definitely the type too bury his whole face in ur neck

will get u ANYTHING u want, need it or not

snacks, medicine, dvds

u say jump

raab asks how high

hes definitely whipped

RAKE YOHN

mr. chemist overhere

extremely concerned

trying too figure out what got u sick

get ready for 30 minutes of scientific rambling that only he understands

hes sweet tho

sets u up all nice in bed

(if hes roomates with dico still good luck bc dicos torturing u the whole time)

genuinely cares for ur wellbeing

wants u too get bed

imagine him taking care of u with his hair tied in a little ponytail UGH

jokingly calls him nurse rake

and if dico hears oh hes never living it down

————————————-——————

alrrrr that it! short but i wanna finish another headcanon sheet i never got too finish 💔

[fanficfish]

idk if i ever posted this but

Why Canada is Actually Jacked

Ramble time!

Canada can withstand MULTIPLE America punches. America is canonically Buff Guy. He's the most jacked of all jacked, he's a superpower, he can drag a car around for an hour no sweat, he probably run marathons for warmups. He could swing a bison around at age barely-old-enough-to-function. His punches have to hurt (and his hugs must be amazing).

Canada could handle having America throw a baseball at warp speed into his face, then handles several MORE of those. Those things would probably kill a person if American threw like that at anyone else. Or at least cause more then just A LIGHT BRUISE. Someone did calculations and figured America could probably carry some dang heavy stuff and have some ridiculously high strength threshold.

Which actually might be why America dares to throw so hard with Canada. He knows the guy can handle it.

Also Canada probably had to reinforce his doors so America wouldn't break them when barging in. But clearly it's worked out.

Also should I mentioned Canada canonically eats as much as America? Both resemble each other enough that Canada has to put that calorie dump somewhere....only natural he's probably in America's little workout boot camp. Makes sense, they do a lot of stuff together both IRL and in Hetaliaverse. Pretty sure I heard something about military cross exercises?

Canada is lugging a polar bear around. A polar bear that can grow bigger then Russia.

Also he's Canada. Lumberjacks, rugged dudes with beards and poutine.

And don't forget: he's never lost a war, has the 2nd-largest amount of land, and has done well considering he probably also deals with General Winter and has to deal with America on a near-daily basis.

so tldr: canada buff he's just hiding it and probably is one of few characters that stand a chance against America in a test your strength machine challenge.

EDIT: I was reminded today that Canada once slammed a door in America's face and managed to kepe him out after the Revolutionary War. again, America would probably break most doors. Strong people don't always notice their strength- i have a friend who works iut regularly and her musical atule is very much on the heavh side and she's shorter then a lot of other people in our area so i doubt her heavier playing style comes from body mass alone.

canada is able, even when they're young, to hold off a desperate America.

also also he took Cuba hits which aren't as had but if he's getitng beat ip pretty often for America's fights....

[anxious-witch]

So a continuation of this soulmate poly! JO au

So! Again, this is not my usual high quality stuff, isn't beta read or edited and I have been feeling kinda eh about writing lately so...yeah. Be warned before going into it. But so many of your wanted some sort of conclusion so I had to give you one. I hope it's at least somewhat satisfying.

This needed a warning for vomitting not the last one my bad, also TW for Bojan's general low self esteem

Bojan wasn't feeling well. And it wasn't only because he was hungover from the whole spiked drink yesterday. No. It was also due to the fact that now they all knew that he was their fifth soulmate.

He woke up surrounded by three of them. Jure was curled around his right side, with Kris' arm thrown over both him and Bojan. Bojan was snuggled in Jan's chest and Jan's hand protectively hovered over his head.

Nace was probably already up. Bojan laid there fir a moment. Soaking in the warmth. For once, his soulmark didn't ache but instead hummed pleasantly. 

It felt so natural, it was hard to remember why he was so scared of it. 

Then a sudden nausea hit him and he had to practically launch himself from the bed. Jan stirred and sleepily called out to him, but Bojan didn't turn. He ran to the bathroom, just in time to throw up in the toilet.

He wasn't sure how he ended up on his knees and gripping the toilet. He also wasn't sure when Jan joined him by sitting on the floor and rubbing his back. 

Only when he stopped throwing up for more than a few seconds did he lean more into the comforting touch. 

"Aren't you supposed to be angry at me?" Bojan mumbled tiredly.

"Oh, I am furious," Jan said easily, "I just don't see the point of having this conversation until you feel better."

Bojan made a pityful sound, closing his eyes. His head hurt, his stomach hurt, his soulmark ached. He just wanted to die.

"You might as well. I am feeling miserable anyway. We can go for full physical and emotional destruction."

Jan sighed and gently ran his head through Bojan's hair. 

"Kris went to make you tea and Jure to dig out some painkillers. Nace will probably make something to eat when he comes back from his run, if he hasn't already."

Jan scratched his scalp, like he was a dog. It was pleasant though and Bojan couldn't help but let iut a sigh and lean into it. 

"I don't deserve you guys."

The fingers in his hair froze. You said something stupid again, Bojan's mind hissed.

"We'll talk about that too."

"I'm sorry."

Jan continued stroking his hair, but didn't reply. Bojan's soulmarked burned like a brand. He hates you, he hates you, he will never forgive you-

Kris arrived at that moment, taking in their state. His eyes softened as he watched them.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit. I don't know if you are asking physically or mentally, but the answer is the same."

Kris crouched down and gently put his hand on Bojan's forehead. His eyes fluttered shut at the gesture.

"You don't have a temperature," he mused, "which means just a bad hangover. You should come back to bed. I bought a bucket if you are sick again. And there is tea and painkillers. Nace is making pancakes too."

Bojan felt a sudden pressure of tears. Why were they all so nice? So considerate? Shouldn't they be yelling and demanding an explanation? He felt like he'd prefer that. It was what he deserved.

"Bojan, hey, what's wrong? Does something hurt?"

Kris gentle voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he realized he was crying. He shook his head and covered him face. 

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Why wre you all being nice? Why aren't you yelling at me? Why-"

"Shhh." 

Kris hugged him to his chest and Bojan's body shook im his embrace. He kept a litany of apologies through the sobs.

"Jan, go tell Nace to finish pancakes later. I will get Bojan to the bedroom. I think we all need to talk first."

Jan probably nodded, because Bojan heard him get up and step out of the bathroom. Then Kris gently picked him up. Bojan didn't even complain, simply buried his face in Kris' chest. 

He carried him to the bedroom.

"What happened? Is he alright?"

Bojan's heart squeezed at Jure's worried tone, but he didn't feel capable of answering. Which was why he was thankful for Kris.

"I am not sure. He started apologizing and then burst into tears. I think everything is hitting him just now. And you know how the bond can be overwhelming at first."

When he put Bojan on the bed, Jure curled at his back. Bojan reached out with one hand to him. 

And Jure took it, interlacing their fingers. His and Kris' presence calmed him down slightly. Enough for him to stop babbling apologies at least, if not stop crying yet. 

"Oh, Bojan," he heard Nace say from further away. 

Then two more bodies joined the pile. Bojan could recognize each, despite having his face buried in Kris's chest. 

That slowly made him calm down enough to stop the tears and carefully pull back from Kris' chest.

Kris didn't let him go far, gripping his waist when he tried to. Which was ridiculous, because they all surrounded him. He cleared his throat, blood rushing to his cheeks.

“Right. Can we just…get this over with, please?”

“Get it over with?” Jan hissed.

Bojan flinched a bit at his tone, ducking down to hide in Kris’ chest again.

“Jan,” Nace chastised him from somewhere behind his back, “Let's try and do this calmly.”

Jure squeezed his hand and then Jan swore, almost as if someone elbowed him.

“Fine.”

“Bojan, could you sit up, please?” Nace asked.

Did he have much of a choice at this point? Bojan sat up, suddenly much more aware of four pairs of eyes watching him.

He stubbornly stared into his lap.

“Tell us what happened,” Jure urged gently. 

“I was at the bar, I was flirting with a guy. He drugged my drink.”

Jan sighed loudly, but it was Kris who spoke up.

“That's not what we are asking. We want to know why you don't want us.”

That made him snap his head up, staring at Kris in disbelief. Kris, who was biting his lip and looked incredibly close to tears.

“What? I never said that!”

“You made it quite clear.”

Bojan felt as if he'd been slapped. He could take them being angry, or even saying they don't want him anymore, but he couldn't take them thinking he didn't want them.

“That's not true at all! Of course I want you!”

Kris did not look particularly convinced, hunching in on himself. Bojan met Jan's eyes instead.

“Then why didn't you say anything? Jesus, Bojan Kris knows you for a decade.”

“Because by the time I realized, the two of you were already together! And then I couldn't say anything because I thought that if you had each other, why would you want me?”

Jan took in a sharp breath and Kris paled noticeably, but Bojan wasn't done. He turned his eyes to Jure.

“So I kept silent, until Jure came along. And then he fit right in. Not just in the band, but with the two of you. And I thought, fuck, I'm too late. So I didn't say anything again. By the time Nace came into the picture, I-I had no idea what to do. Besides, we all know I would ruin this.”

Jure crossed the distance between them in a second, practically launching himself towards Bojan and pulling him into a hug. 

“Never,” Jure said vehemently.

Bojan felt a sudden wave of love wash over him. It took him a second to realize it wasn't coming from him, but from the Jure's side of the bond.

It was enormous and overwhelming and Bojan was completely unprepared for it. Which made panic seize his chest. 

Then, Nace was there, putting a hand on the back of his neck.

“Breathe. I know it's overwhelming at first, but just breathe through it. Jure, back up a bit he isn't used to the bond yet.”

The sensation eased up a bit, even if Jure didn't let go of him. Bojan took in a shaky breath. 

“Why do you think you'd ruin it?” Kris asked after a moment. 

Feeling their emotions in tandem with their words was new. Even without prying, he could feel hurt and worry from Kris. Bojan realized with a pang that that meant they could feel the turmoil of his emotions, too.

This was exactly what he wanted to spare them from.

“Because of this! I am difficult to deal with. I know all of you know it, because you had to deal with me. But that's different from being in a relationship with me. Kris met like, all of my girlfriends, he can testify.”

Jure's arms tighten against him, paired up with a slight pang of annoyance. Bojan bit his lip to stop himself from apologizing. They should be aware of what they were getting into.

He expected Kris to look angry or maybe defeated, but instead he looked thoughtful. 

“From what I remember of that, the biggest issue was you putting us and the band in general before them. Which wouldn't be a problem here, would it?”

Bojan stared. He never thought of it like that. 

“That's still not a good idea. I am difficult to deal with. You'll get tired of me.”

Jan snorted and Bojan turned to glare. Jan met his gaze calmly.

“Right. Because before this we never took care of you being sick every two to three weeks? Nace didn't calm you when you got panic attacks? Jure and I don't regularly feed you because you are unable to cook more than two meals? Kris doesn't have your schedule memorized and reminds you of what you need to do?”

Bojan felt as if Jan's gaze was burning through him, right into his soul. He ducked his head. Except, Jan reached out and Jure moved, curling at his left so Jan could tilt Bojan's chin up. 

“Look at me.”

So Bojan did, a zing of electricity going down his spine as he did so. Any rational argument he had got thrown outside of the window.

“You borrow our clothes and you cuddle with us and we are all together almost 24/7. Why the fuck would that change if we were in a relationship with you?”

Bojan opened and closed his mouth several times, feeling as if Jan had just knocked out all the cards from his hands. Like all the insecurities that held him back were insignificant in the face of Jan's argument.

His head suddenly started hurting even more and he closed his eyes.

“I don't know.”

“Alright. Postponing the rest of this for later. Bojan, go brush your teeth, we'll bring tea and painkillers in the meantime.”

Leave it to Kris to organize everything in a second. 

“Can't I get a coffee?” Bojan asked, peering at him and pointedly avoiding Jan's gaze.

“After we are sure you won't throw up again. Do you need help getting up?”

Jan finally let go of his chin and Bojan tried not to feel disappointed. He never kissed any of them properly, it was always something for the cameras. 

He wondered what it would be like to kiss them for real. 

That thought scared him enough to jolt him into action and he quickly got up from the bed. Too quickly, since dark spots began to dance in his vision.

Nace swore and reached out to steady him. 

“I'll go with him-”

“No,” Jan interrupted, “you go finish those pancakes. I got him.”

Bojan tensed. It wasn't that he didn't trust Jan, because he did. He trusted all of them with his life. The thing was, Jan seemed the most angry out of all of them and he didn't sugarcoat anything. Bojan wasn't sure how being alone with him would go.

No one protested though, Kris simply exchanged a long look with Jan and then nodded.

Bojan wondered if that simply cane with sharing a bond for so long and then he suddenly felt very, very lonely.

So he didn't protest when Jan took Nace's place and led him to the bathroom. He took his toothbrush and brushed his teeth. Jan walked closer and took his own, so they both brushed their teeth and Bojan tried not to think about how domestic that felt.

That distracted him enough for him not to notice that the toothbrush was the exact same one he had at home until after he finished.

“Since when does Nace have everyone's spare toothbrush?”

“Since we all started dating?”

Bojan started at Jan through the mirror. Jan calmly washed his mouth with water. 

“I haven't been dating you.”

Jan sighed as he stood upright again and put his toothbrush back where it belonged.

“No. But even before the soulmark, you were always considered welcome. I think…on some level we all knew.”

Bojan swallowed against sudden urge to cry again. 

“I should have known. The way you looked when we saw Nace's mark, I-”

“Don't say that. You didn't know because I didn't want you to. It's not your fault.”

Jan gave him a wry smile, shaking his head.

“Isn't it? Maybe if we figured it out sooner, you wouldn't think you were unwanted. For seven years, apparently.”

Jan's emotions were more guarded than Kris’ and yet, Bojan could practically taste the bitterness and hurt pouring from him. 

Bojan couldn't help but reach for him, but as soon as he touched his arm, Jan tensed. 

“I'm sorry. It-it's not your fault, okay? I promise.”

Jan pursed his lips.

“If you say so.”

He stepped closer then closer again, until their chests were almost touching. Jan didn't stop him, but also didn't make any moves towards him, either.

Bojan cupped his face and pressed his lips to his anyway, trying to pour all his mixed feelings into it. Then Jan moved, pinning him back against the sink. Bojan gasped and Jan took that opportunity to deepen the kiss.

There was so much longing in the kiss, Bojan kept trying to pull him closer, making a protesting noise when Jan pulled back.

“This is a bad idea. We need to talk this through first.”

“Oh.”

Jan was probably right. It was not a good idea, especially with the mess of emotions Bojan was feeling. Still, it was difficult not to feel a pang of disappointment. He felt…rejected.

He nodded and hung his head low.

“Fuck. Bojan that isn't-Hey.”

Jan lifted his chin once more and Bojan shivered. Something about the gesture made Bojan feel very small in comparison. 

“I am not rejecting you. This is just because I don't want to take this too far before you feel secure in the bond, okay?”

Bojan swallowed and watched and Jan's eyes traced the movement.

“Okay.”

Jan took in a deep breath and then took a step back. Then he extended his hand out to Bojan.

“Com'on now. The others are waiting.”

Then he was tugged back into the bedroom. Jure and Kris were sitting on the bed and talking quietly, while Nace still didn't return. They went quiet once they entered and Bojan tried not to fidget.

“Don't stop on my account,” he mumbled, trying to get under the covers.

Perhaps he could suffocate himself under the blankets.

“Wait! The painkillers!”

Bojan stopped halfway, and Kris handed his the painkillers and the water. He tried not to make a face at being treated like a child. Firstly Jan with pulling back and now the rest of them eith treating him like he was fragile. They cared and objectively, he was aware he scared them last night.

So he took them and handed the glass back to Kris. Then he got under the covers and buried his face into a pillow.

“Why is he sulking?” Kris asked, directing the question at Jan.

“He kissed me and I said I don't want things to escalate until he feels comfortable with the bond.”

“He wasn't too happy about that, huh?”

Bojan was about to snap at them for talking like he wasn't there, but then another person shuffled under the covers and pulled him closer. Jure.

Jure's emotions were always on the surface and Bojan could feel them much easier than Jan's. There was a sense of deep contentment that he didn't expect.

Jure pressed a kiss into his hair and Bojan felt his annoyance begin to dissipate. Kris shuffled closer and began petting his hair and-yeah, okay, he could get used to that.

He was starting to drift when Nace came back, announcing that the pancakes were done. Bojan groggily got up, rubbing at his eyes.

“You can eat later if you are tired,” Nace said with such a soft look, Bojan felt the need to squirm.

“But I want pancakes,” he protested.

Jan laughed.

“Just let him eat. Maybe that'll wake him up.”

Bojan glared.

“Maybe now I won't go exactly because of that.”

Jan smirked.

“Well good thing we can all carry you then, no?”

“No-”

Nace crossed the room in a few steps and picked him up as if he weighed nothing. Bojan squealed. He knew Nace could pick him up, but actually being picked up was quite different.

He wrapped his arms around Nace's neck, even if he was pretty sure Nace wouldn't drop him.

“Rude,” he mumbled in his neck. 

He was lulled once again into a feeling of contentment that simply radiated from the bond. Was it supposed to feel like that? Did it always feel like that for them? 

Nace gently dropped him in a chair at the dining table. Bojan absent mindedly reached for the pancakes while the others all took their seats.

“Does it always feel like that? The bond, I mean.”

Kris cocked his head.

“How does it feel?”

“Content. Calming. Like…things clicked in place.”

Kris’ gaze softened. 

“Not quite. There was always something missing. Like the connection flowed between the four of us and then it just…hit a wall.”

“Oh.”

Bojan fidgeted with his knife before anxiously taking the jam and smearing it over the pancake. He wasn't sure what to say.

“We have been waiting for you,” Nace added softly.

And this, this was exactly what Bojan wanted to avoid. He covered his face, willing himself not to cry again.

“This is why I didn't say anything. I don't-I can't complete you.”

“You already do.”

He began shaking his head, but then Kris was gently pulling his hands away from his face.

“We already acted like you are a part of this relationship, excluding kissing and sex. You already cuddle and steal all of our clothes. You hate being alone so you are in one of our apartments half the time. You already act like you are our boyfriend, this is just a confirmation you belong with us.”

Bojan felt speechless again. So he did one thing he could think about at that moment. He kissed him.

This kiss was much softer than the one he shared with Jan. Kris kissed almost hesitantly, as if not believing he was real. When Bojan tried to press harder, someone cleared their throat and Kris pulled away.

Of course it was Jan.

“Still not a great idea Bojči,” he reminded him.

Bojan stared at Kris, who was still kneeling by his chair, looking a bit dazed.

“Maybe not such a bad idea, if it'll help convince him,” Nace said, shrugging, “But we should wait until after breakfast.”

Bojan's brain came to a screeching halt.

“C-convince me?”

Jure sighed.

“That we want you. Obviously.”

Bojan swallowed. Don't think about it. But Kris was already kneeling and-

“Kris, go sit in your chair before Bojan has another crisis. And let's just finish eating first, yeah? Then we can discuss other things.”

He felt his cheeks heat at Jan's words and Jure chuckled. Kris simply rolled his eyes and went to take his seat.

They all began to eat and Bojan just tried to take everything in as they fell into easy conversation like nothing had happened.

His world tilted on its axis and…kept spinning, almost exactly the same as it had before. And surely, this would change things. Perhaps even his fears would be confirmed with time.

But for now, Bojan sat with four of his soulmates that he loved more than anyone else and simply let himself breathe.

Bojan was born with four stripes on his stomach. Yellow, red, purple and blue. And for the first time, his pink joined into the rainbow it created.

[sorryimananti-romantic]

funny story

so every friday at the end of the dchool day we have to line up outside n sing the national anthem. usually my friends and i head outside kinda late so we dont stand outside too long. today we decided to skip the national anthem n stay inside the school until it ends. so when the anthem ends, friend A tells us not to go down, but we go down anyways. so we're on the ground floor, turning the corner, but suddenly friend B, who was ahead of all us, started running back 😭 so naturally we start running too. we run to the 1st floor bathroom n close the door, and i go to friend B n ask her who was coming. it was the VICE PRINCIPAL 😭 so we're in the toilet, thinking of what to do, when friend A and friend C decide to walk out. they walk out, and come across the PRINCIPAL 😭😭😭 but lucky for them, the principal is NEVER strict w anyone, n he let them go after telling them to come outside for the anthem next time. so we're panicking inside the bathroom, then the OTHER vice principal KNOCKS ON THE DOOR AND TELLS US TO COME OUT 😭 im at the bathroom entrance so i open the door n walk out, my other friends coming out shortly after. so thhe vice principal is angry w us for not comig iut for the anthem, and she tells us to give her our names. but then some of my friends, who are all in the same class, start telling her that we were writing the formulas on the board(im not even in their class lmaoo), and because of that we were kinda late, which is so big brain😭 so she tells us to come out for the anthem then go back to class to write next time, and we all manage to leave 😀 (friend A and C were waiting in the garden for us)

that's so kind of them they saved😭😭 my own classmates would have sacrificed me just for the heck of it 💀

next time be better at hiding btw LOL and beware of the vice principal 💀💀

[suiana]

surviving romance still tears me apart after MONTHS of ir finished.everytime i go back to read some chapters to reminisce or maybe just clip for videos i cry no i SOB. IT'S THE MOST BEUTIFUL PEACE OF FICTION AND I SYILL REFUSE TO BEILEVE THAT SE EUN WAS THE DEVIL. EVEN THOUGH I MADE A WHOLE BOARD BEFORE IT WAS REVEALED, SHOWING HOW SIMILIAR SHE IS TO THE DEVIL AND IM PLANNING ON UPDATING IT IUTS JUST WHY SHE MANIPULATED ME SO BAD THAT EVEN I DONT THINK SHES THVW DEVIL I LOVE SE EUN U CANR DO THIS TK ME IOVE U SE EUN STAY WITH ME STOP YOUR NOT TT DEV YOUYT NOT DTMEH DEVI.Ok anyways i really love how each of the girls pictures were crossed out. I don't get seonyeongs YET but maybe it's about her growing literally and also mentally and tearing the page?? Idfk. Hana's rip was lips that looked seductive, or lips like a siren because on the first run she died because she trusted her friends voice, which lead to her death and her zombie form becoming the same thing she died to. MY FAVORITE ONE IS DEFINITELY JURI AND SHINBIS CROSS. IT EVEN LOOKS LIKE THE SLICE WHERE SHINBI WAS KILLED AND I HTAE THST THEIR SO TRAGIC. Basically, Shinbi and juri's crosses are aligned. Their canon. Anyways!! Rina's cross being a heart, AND HAVING A LITYLE HEART NEXT TO HERS RESEMBLING MINWOO IS SI CUTE OMD. Cheram, jinhiu, mihiu are all normal rips because they got out of the story at the same time. Chaerin's is also a rip similiar to theirs, but its a straight line cuz she got out of the story by the help of the devil im totally not reaching but it also looks much older and just ripped unlike the other ones, which looked punched through symbolizing how she wasnt even able to get out of the story while being self aware of whar would happen jihyeon's cross was ripped out like chaerins,except hers is fully ripped out cuz she actually got to go out of the story after finding herself unlike chaerin who went insane because she was self aware. Seyeongs page being a pink cross talks about how shes still just a character in a story. Nothing else AND THAT HURTS SO BAD. I WILL DIE ON A HIL DEFENDING SEYEONG MY BABY. MY CUTIE. Also, jinhius cut is like a sword bc shes a swordswoman, maybe cheram's rip is referencing to a window and how much she helped?? Yeri's page looks crumpled up and punched at bc she punches and she also cried before she died on the last run. Im not sure why seonwoo's page is just a little cut but do wish we saw more of her cuz shes sk pretty :(This isnt the full explanation cs tumblr deleted my last ask i probably shouldve added on notes instead.. ANYWAYS!! im finally not anonymous cuz i really want to show you what im referencing to and my old board of why i thought se eun was the devil 🙏🙏

i guess ill binge read this after im done writing my lab report LOL

[spaceless-vacuum]

Ok I have a question

So we all know how the link's meet the little cutie pie DEKU SCRUBS reader

But what if the reader got lost and they others saw her get grab by the bat Dragon and was flying away with the reader but is land on the light Dragon and see sage pulling a different sorwd and runs to him

And of course she falls off but gets her flowers Ready even tho she not that good

Mage saga quickly picks her up and is like your cute and mine now

And he the only one that don't fallow the link's and dose his own thing cuz of wild.

Image him being nice to the koroks when the Reader is looking but you know very well he not when she not.

As much as I hate saga sending the guts to space it also a trait I can see he uses and not wild.

And you know very well saga is keeping the little reader with him even making cute pots for her flowers so she can sleep and hide in peach and safety!

He would make so much stuff for her and also keep the links out of his way cuz his baby now

Even great great great Grandpa DEKU tree gabe him the ok cuz he knows she helping saga heal ! And is going to be the deku tree here. In the future.

JUST image the Case scenes the link are going to do

And wild not having the ability to TELEPORT cuz his shirns don't work but his other stuff dose

It didn't give much of a chase. The demon was gone before anyone could react, leaving through the portal it made the group surround the triangle that would lead to another version of Hyrule. Another land with its own sources of trouble. No one was in the mood to risk it. Knowing their luck it would loop back around before nightfall so no need to worry about saying goodbye yet.

Time was the closest. He was the leader and if he went through the rest would follow. There was no way he would lead them through that. Not in their condition. It had been one assault after another and none of them could keep going at this pace. If they made the wrong move theyd wind up at the other end of an ambush. Legend could hardly walk much less keep up with the rest- no. they would not go no matter what happened.

You were hiding between Time’s legs. As was your spot when things went wrong. He had told you and the others that you were not to stray from anyone in the group when a fight broke out. Iut was unacceptable for you to wander off or get lost and that was only more strictly enforced when a fight began.

Time turned around to address the group. It was the perfect opportunity. Surely he wouldn't even notice if you got away quickly. He didn't even note your disappearance until you had walked too far away. Hyrule sent out a shout of warning and Time turned around. He went into a roll, intending to tuck you under one of his arms but it didn't work. You were gone before anyone else could react.

“So when I was speaking did not a single one of you think to warn me?” Time barked out. Angry that no one had said anything sooner.

“Why would they have any reason to run off?” Sky commented. Legend rushed past him and looked into the portal.

“Oh Hylia no- Guys! It’s closing!” align with Legend the rest of the group moved forward. A few, Wild and Twilight fanned out just in case an attack hit as it would give the enemies a less tempting target. The portal was shrinking. A sign that the dark magic holding it together was fading. Each passing second took you farther away from them.

Timed turned around already yelling. He got to his feet quickly and would have gone through as well but he wasted precious seconds getting up off the ground. Legend and Warrior were already holding him back. At this point if he went through no one else would be able to follow. They couldn't split up no matter what. That was the rule.

“Give it up Time. I'm sure they're safe but who knows if you'd be. It's closing, just give it up mate.” Warrior tried to reassure the old man but his heart wasn't in it.

“The portals only open up to another Hyrule. That cuts down on the amount of places they could be. We’ll find them again I'm sure.” Legend said refusing to let go of Tiem until he stopped pulling. Sky in a moment of genius or stupidity did something random. He took off his water canteen and tossed it through the almost shut portal.

“Yeah, Like that will help. Wind asked.

“It won't help us but it'll be good for them. The portal cant carry us at this stage but our item smight make it through. If it does land with them then they'll now know we're looking for them. Plus they're a plant so I imagine they might need the water.” It was the last act any of them were able to take before the portal closed. Sky couldn't see his friend's eyes. Even if the looks were not judgmental he felt terrible at not being able to do more. It was a tough situation and none of them ever thought you might run away. Not after all you'd been through. 

“That was your only water canteen. I can imagine you're assuming one of us will share.” Legend said. His tone was dry but as he finished talking Hyrule unclipped his own and offered it to Sky who refused.

“They're a plant so it would be good for them.” Sky was guessing on that part. They were all guessing when it came down to how to take care of you. You were good at communicating your needs when you were with them. The group got a kick at guessing what it was you were thinking about or trying to tell them.

“If they landed in a desert that would be helpful.” Wind meant the comment sincerely. Even if it was just a shoe at least he did something rather than stand around and watch. None of them could have gone through themselves but Sky had the right idea.

“There's no need for so much sass.” Warrior let go of Time and Legend followed suit. The old man was more attached to you than the others were. Time pushed his hand away. He wasn't in the mood. They lost one of their members and no one did a damn thing to help. You were with him. You had been right there in his umbrella of safety and he was the one who messed it all up. Even if everyone else was watching you dash away he should have caught you.

“For all of our sakes, let's hope they landed somewhere safe.” you would make your way back to them. Time knew you would. It was impossible for anyone to stand in their way. You would be back safe in tehri group or else the skies themselves would be torn apart as grievance.

“Where are we going?” Wind asked.

“The shadow won't help us any by opening the gate back up  and next time we approach it won't lead us to the same place they went. Our only way to find them again is to move on.” The traveller had a good point. Although no one wanted to get moving they all knew they had to. Their only way to ensure your safety was to move forward and find you as soon as possible. All they had to do was wait. You would ba back- they were sure of it.

. . .

“What the-” This was impossible. For a number of reasons you should not be here. How did someone smuggle a korok on top of a dragon? To be more correct it wasn't a korok. You didn't share the distinctive markings of one- missing both a mask and the tree bark blessing on top of your skin. Sage took a picture praying to all that was holy that something would appear in the compendium. Nothing. 

“Why are you here?” You didn't greet him with a yippee or any other friendly sound he had grown accustomed to from the forest dwellers. Rather you just had a huge grin on your face. The wind was fierce and it was funny to watch the plant on top of your head whip back and forth from the gale.  Was this a good hiding spot for you? A puzzle on the dragons back? A shrub as large as a dog was going to bother him while he was running around collecting scales. How sweet.

The dragon's hair tangled around his feet as he walked over to pick you up. You made a sound. For all that is sane in this world don't yippee Sage didn't think he could handle one right now- he frowned. Just what were you? There was some relation to forest koroks somehow but it escaped him. He needed to get you back home. Teleporting wasn't an option. Checking the purahpah the map said they were above akala.

There was no way he was carrying you across half of Hyrule. You didn't have a bag full of rocks or anything heavy so he wouldn't have to use the arm but it wasnt looking like you'd be easy to carry. The route was either far too long or he'd have to swing by death mountain. No. no you two would be staying here until he could drop into the lost woods. He'd just have to figure out a way to hold you while falling through the sky.

“Speak- say do something!” his newest priority was getting you to safety. Keeping you here on top of the head of a giant dragon was not a safe bet. You'd likely fall or get swept off by the wind. Worse than that he had to get you back home. He couldn't leave you by the side of the road. Sometimes he'd pass by koroks and decide they'd have to be left to their fates but you were different. Leaving you by the road was not a choice.

Relinquishing control of the situation he sat down in front of you. You seemed to enjoy his defeat making some noise of joy-not a yippee- and bounced around him. Going from one side to the other around him until he managed to grab you. This wouldn't work. If you didnt settle down you'd bounce right off of the dragon and plummet. Sure he'd jump off to grab you but then the two of you would have to walk and he was going to make you walk! No being carried by the ultrahand.

[foxluvrz]

11/19/24:

algebra: okay so i dont remember a lot from this morning except already before classes even started, 🦔 seemed in a much better mood today and was pretty friendly towards me, as well as two of my friends i was with at the time; p and e. thiugh, this i felt sort of bad about but it was absolutely hilarious in the moment is that my friend L was running late and she had gone home sick the day before, so 🦔 assumed she wouldn't be here today; but she did end up coming in before he took attendance. but as he was taking attendance he wss like, "so no L today, right? she went home early yesterday" and like me, p, AND L all like agreed with him thinking he was joking around because he does that alot, turns iut he WASN't and when he stood up to start class he sootted her and had to go back to fix it😭 it was actually hilarious but yeah. another thing that 🦔 did today that was actually awesome and i love him for is the fact that he gave us each numbers to put us into griups, but he counted a specific way so that L and i would be put into the same group even though we sit right next to eachother.. which is honestly pretty epic of him. a small thing though that happened while he was counting us into groups is when he reached me to count "5", he like pushed down sort of hard on my shoulder cause he was directly next to me standing up, and i dont know. it wasnt necessarily like a "harder" push, but like it was more forced pressure rather than just a light tap on my shoulder and i dont know, is it strange i didnt really back down/away from it? i've wrote a multitude of times about how nervous i am to be around him or in his presence, but i think that if i'm like sat down, i feel a lot more comfortable for some strange reason. i think it's because i feel more secure without the chance of like stumbling or something. i really dont wanna say something wack like "the more 🦔 touches me the more comfortable i become" because that honestlt sounds so weird both in and out of context, but like, i guess it's trye in a way?.. i know me standing next to him is scary, but when he like taps me or like comes in ever so slight contact with me on purpose, i don't feel as much fear as i should at all. also another thing is my ex bestfriend C like talked back to him or something during a game we were playing (honestly yeah she's sort of bitchy and like idk rbf personality tbh) and he like had her go iut in the hallway with him at the end of class and like asked her why she had such negativity towards him, which i dont believe she actually does; she just comes across that way and didnt mean it as talking back; so i sorta feel bad.

lunch: okay so this stuff specifically happened during lunch when me, R, and later V/J were in 🐢's room. basically, 🐢 is a d1 HATER of pokemon sun and moon series, as well as like the entire ides of ash and like all his pokemon. 🐢 believes that the only purpose of pokemon is to battle and evolve them, and if they dont/wont evolve, you should just get rid of them. and it was silly because we were talking about like what i thought the point of it was which i answered "idk, creating a bond slash friendship" which let me tell you🐢 DISAGREES HEAVILY with that.. uhm but yeah!! we talked abt pokemon lots more and how 🐢 seems like the tyoe to abuse his pokemon to which HE ADMITTED TO?? and then we went to the tipic of how its crazy that the parents in pokemon let their kids just go out ariund the world with strangers and pokemon and idek😭 this next bit was small and i dont remember it exactly but it was silly, 🐢 said something about something being *insert adjective* and i turned to R and like said something about it and then like nudged my head towards 🐢 motioning that the adj described him more then anything and when 🐢 that he thought i was saying R was it so he went "woah!! now we know what 👽 really thinks of R" to which i was like "oh yeah.. definitelyyy talking about R rn.." staring intensely at him to tell him i was talking about HIM and not R and i think/hope he got it because he started laughing at it a bit😭😭 anyways i let R try some of my tomato soup and he didnt put the lid all the way back on so some of it spilt on the table so i grabbed the crappy like brown oaper towels because that's all i could see and freaking 🐢 was joking abt it and i was like "these dont soak up ANYTHING bro." and he said "well yeah, theyre not mesnt to soak up soup" SHUT UPPP‼️‼️THIS MAN IS LITERALLY MY BIGGEST OP./j. anyways he told me where normal paper towels were after like FOREVER. and idk exactly but i think i threw something and missed terribly? But 🐢 said "wow 👽, no wonder you dont do any sports." WHAT. THIS MAN JUST CALLED ME UNATHLETIC WHAT DID I DO TO HIM. it was rlly funny and i made it worse because i tried throwing something at my friend and msised horribky and i was like "I SWEAR I DID SOFTBALL." and he was like "and how long ago was that?" and i answered "..i dont wanna answer that.." to which he asked "and did you actually throw the ball or did u pick at dandelions" AND I ACTUSLLY DID THROW THE BALL. And i said that and he seemed suprised asf😭 anyways there was a teensy bit more squabble but yeah and at the end i was like "hey 🐢, has anyone told yiu you're very unkind?" and he was like "yeah actually a lot of people have" DAMN. The grinch fr i fear💔 ALSO HES LETTING ME PAINT ONE OF THE LIKE FANBLADES IN HIS CLASSROOM ON THE CEILING FAN SO YIPPEE‼️‼️

i love 🐢 he's my dad pretty much😋

[christiangrest]

CZ Pistols Multiply

Recently I talked about a new CZ Pistol that I picked up from Brownells, the CZ shadow 2 Compact. With a few hundred rounds down range of a variety of ammunition… both Federal 115gr and S&B 124gr, I’ve been quite impressed with one of CZ’s top of the heap offering. CZ has long been a company with a strong following from firearm enthusiasts and finally I could say that I’m starting to see what all of the fuss is all about. So what about CZ’s more budget friendly options? The P10 series has been around for quite a few years and folks really seem to like those. The P10 series is a polymer framed striker fire pistol that’s priced a decent amount below the comparable Glock offerings. When I got to looking at an additional CZ pistol, of course just a bare bones CZ-75 was an option, but that’s basically a blank slate for the CZ Shadow series. CZ does offer polymer framed SA/DA pistols, both the P-07 and P-09. So which one would be my next CZ pistol acquisition?

Enter the CZ P-07. The CZ P-07 is a compact sized polymer framed SA/DA pistol with a de-cocker or a safety that can be configured. The P-07 pistol is comparable in size to the CZ Shadow 2 compact and a Glock 19. Price wise it comes in $100 or so less than a Glock 19 depending upon the deal you find. IUt comes with 2 15 round magazines. Unfortunately those magazines aren’t compatible with the CZ Shadow 2 compact as far as I can tell. The CZ P-07 also isn’t cut for an optic which is kind of a bummer as I believe that all pistols manufactured today should come optics ready. It can of course be milled for an optic, but I’m planning on running it as is. The sights are a common fixed metal 3 dot sight system with a small trick…the dots are luminescent meaning they glow at night. These are not night sights, but give you some dot glow in low light. I’ll most likely swap them out at some point for a proper set of night sights, but these will do. The pistol also ships with a 9MM dummy cartridge for dry fire practice as well as 3 different grip back straps. CZ has put a lot of value into this pistol. The DA trigger pull is quite heavy, off my scale at probably in the 12lb range and the SA trigger pull is right at a consistent 5lb. A spring swap can make a difference here and I’ve already ordered a new spring set.

So what do I think of this pistol so far? 100 rounds down range just the other day and it’s a really nice pistol for the money. It- doesn’t shoot quite as good as the CZ Shadow 2 Compact, but for a duty or EDC pistol, this one would fit into that role very nicely. I plan on spending much more time with this pistol and will probably throw it into my carry rotation at some point. If you’re on the fence like I was about picking up a CZ pistol, just do it! Head over to Brownells as they typically have a decent collection of CZ pistols.

[whyisityouthatcomes65]

I'm so worried about my future I actually ordered a reading of some type... And I know it's crazy but you know sometimes it's accurate and sometimes.. well desperate times

It showed me things I didn't want to hear

Things I'd been running from

I know I'm innocent so why should I fear a rhetoric I hear over an dover and over and over

As if the world wa. Just

As if my ex wasn't a perfectly good example of a fucking pathological liar

TO THE POINT THAT BELIEVED HIM FOR 47 MILLENIA

(years ... It feels that long.. years I won't get back, where has my dignity fallen to, beyond this heaviness so can feel pull me down even as I sit here typing this iut

Feeling cursed to have ever loved him

To have ever put his feelings before emy own

To believe in fairy tales and that two people could find each other against all odds

Well it died when I ran out but the rot it hard to notice when you're sitting in someone else shit

And once you pull that lonelyscab off

Do I get no time to heal

Do I get nothing at all

A normal hirl

I'm sure you've done worse

Dear reader

Not in my bleakest nightmares could I have expected

And you know what I wish I'd followed dmy voice again saying dump him !

But I just

SUPPRESSED IT

[grapefruitspit]

and i miss my mother even though seeing her is always a marker of time passing ever forward until it runs iut

[wtf-tfw]

DCOTR WHO EPSIODE 17 FROM SEASON 10 DOCTOR T=TEN LEAKED (leaked??) "THE HAMMURABBIT CODE"

"well here we are tootdle pip girlie"

"ancient mesopotamia my jolly ass always did want to come here i do say mate"

"well run along now. go see the hammurabit code."

"BLIMEY HELL ITS ALIENS!!! THE HAMMURABI CODE ITS ALIENS!!!"

"ITS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ALINES!!??!??!?!?!?"

"DOCTOR HELP, HE'S FLATLINING"

"I'm not the kind of doctor *lipbites*" "DOCTOR MY SON"

"wHAT KIND OF A DOCTOR ARE YOU"

*laser cannon blast off*

"I'm teh Doctor, baby *some french bullshit*" *farts out the window and sews it shut with a lazer*

"Fucking can't forget about ROSE" "DON'T YA LOVE MEH. I'M SUCH A FOOL TO THINK YOU'D NOTICE ME HORTON"

*eats a shank of lamb*

FUCK HERE COMES ANOTHER CHINESE EARTHQUAKE FIFTEN MORE DALEKS. ITS LIKE ITS THE LSAT FIFTEEN ON EARTH ALIVE IN THIS EPISODE ISNT THAT CRAZY.

"SEND HELP. RUN AWAY SHAMALA, NEVER COME BACK. JUST RUN. DON'T COME BACK FOR ME. THIS IS MY RESPONSIVILIRY NOW. I'M THE LAST OF THE TIME LORDS *DOESNT CRY* I'M REALLY THE LAST ONE OKAY"

"Does it hurt being lonely out there. you dont have to be alone you know" "JUST GO" *PUSHES U OUT OF THE WAY INTO THE BOX*

"DOESNT ENTER THE BOX!!!!!"

"NO NO N ON OOOOO!!! I HAVE TO GO BACK FOR HIM. I HAVE TO SHAVE THEM ALL. MUM MUM MUM YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO. I LOVE YOU BUT HES SO COOL HES SO MUCH COOLER ITS NOT FAIR!!!!! MEOW *starts shrinking*"

"obsessively rips her hair out"

"THATS RIGHT. JUTS YOU AND ME NOW. WE GONNA DULE OR WHAT."

"I WILL EXERMINATE YOU SILLY ASS. BLAST BLAST BLAST."

"AND he Died oh no!!!!!!!!"

"and she comes back in but she sees hes not there and his coat is still spininng on the floor and so are his gay ass littel reading glasses" "FUUUUUUUUUUCK *BECOMES JUST SO ANGRY AND REVEALES HER SECRET PLAN she figured out just in time to blast them alll using a n old microwave with plotrelevant ham made by her father inside*" "WE AR EEXPLODING. WE ARREE EXPLODING!!!!! AAAAAAA. WE ARE DEFININTELY THE LAST FIFTEN IN EXISTENCE. BUT ONE OF US IS CATCHING A CAB OUT OF HERE!!!!! AAAAA"

"I did it. we did it. oh god. oh no. DOCTAAAAAAHHHHHH*GRABS HIS STUPID COAT OFF THE GROUND* HE'S GONE. HE DID IT. BUT HES GONE. OH GOD OH FUCKING ELL. GOD FUCK OUUUU NOOO.

BUT HE COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD. "LOOK I'M HERE I'M ALIVE ACTUALLY *from across the room*"

'DOCTOR YORE ALIVE!?!?!?!?! BUT HOWWWWW YOU DIED I SAW YOU IUT WAS ALL FUCKING OVER!!!!!"

"Well you see i turned myself into this gay little pair of glasses at the last second. concentrated all my physical matter into a spinning gay little pair of glasses. and now i can never have children but it is the price i was willing to pay" OH DCOTA YOUR ALIVEEEEEE

"JOLLY GOOD BACK IN THE BOX WE GO *MOTHER IS SOBBIBG NOBODY CARES*"

"JOLLY GOOD"

"TOOTLY PIP!!!!" *and away thaey go!!!!!!*