#sorry it’s so long

[onthevirge]

Closed Rp with @moralpuppylover2

“Note to self: don’t fight on the beach if you don’t want to get your ass kicked by a water based hero.” Virgil grumbled to himself as he hid in an alleyway, taking off his villain costume and putting it in his bag despite how drenched it was. He was left in a long sleeved shirt and ripped jeans as he slung his bag over his shoulder. He looked up as it started raining “perfect.” He rolled his eyes as he started feeling the panic returning to him from using his quirk. He started the walk to his friend’s apartment, knowing he wounding make it to his own before the panic made him immobile. He really overused his quirk today and would probably pass out as a result, not to mention the bruises and possible cracked ribs from the fight.

An hour later he showed up on his friend’s balcony to avoid other people in the apartment building. He quickly rapped on the door, hoping he was home since his breathing was now shallow and quick and he didn’t know how much longer he could stay conscious.

[ur-mentallyill-wench]

Ok so this is actually 100% ripped of from this post

But I just changed it around a bit and wanted to put my spin on it :) this takes place season 5 but let’s pretend Troy never left. I know it’s cringe and bad I can’t write and sorry it’s so long

Setting- Pretty much the same, the Dean rented out a venue for a dance only this time it’s a valentine dance however on a “coincidence” they get stuck with said bisexual lighting that Abed will make his comment on

Background/ cold open- of course no dance at Greendale would be complete without alternative motives, this one being the Dean trying to get Jeff as his date to said dance (I don’t ship them but I think the Dean liking him is funny). To go along with this plot you aren’t let into the dance without a date, the Dean makes sure to make it clear it doesn’t have to be a real date (cue aggressive cueing to Jeff) In the end Jeff and Britta and up being each others fake dates seeing as they hadn’t been spending but time together, leaving Troy, Abed, and Annie (Shirley isn’t going)

A plot- Troy instinctively turns to Abed pitching to go as fake dates, seeing as they did nearly everything together and it’s not like either of them had a girlfriend. To this Abed would agree although he’d say something along the lines of “or maybe we could try and get dates, I mean spending time with you is great but we’ve been going to school here for 5 seasons with not end in sight, we may as well try to get girlfriends considering neither of us have had a real relationship” (cue offended gasp from britta). This makes Troy upset for whatever reason, he knows Abed is right but he’d rather just go with Abed then bother finding a date, with this he turns to his next best option, Annie, who is more then enthusiastic to go with him despite being over him she’s still gitty. Abed ends up going with Rachel, this once again makes Troy feel certain way but he still can’t put his thumb on it, Annie immediately notices something’s up and brings up the idea that it has something to do with Abed. Troy would say something along the lines of, “I really don’t know, I think your great and I should be estatic to have a date with someone a good as you but I can’t stop thinking about him, like how could he pull her this easy and get along with her so good, I’ve never even heard of this girl”. At this point Troy is completely detached from his “date” with Annie and is now ranting about how there’s no way Rachel is better then him or good enough for Abed while Annie just stares at him knowingly. Of course with Annie’s help Troy comes to the realization that even id he can’t put his finger ong why he wants to be with Abed, whether platonicly or romantically he wants to be with him. The night goes on like this, Troy occasionally going over to talk to Rachel about Abed before sulking back to Annie. Over the course of the night and talking to Rachel Troy gets increasingly mad that Abed doesn’t seem to care until the point on him storiming up to Rachel and airing out shit about abed (he’s controlling, trackers in his friends, uses people) and so on until Abed comes up on them and Rachel tells Abed something and storms out, leaving Abed to turn to Troy distraught. He’s says something about how he really liked her and Troy confesses that even if he doesn’t know want it is he’s drawn to Abed and wants to spend the rest of his life with him, he doesn’t want to be boyfriends or anything it he doesn’t want to see Abed leave him, Abed would say something along the lines of, “I don’t know how to take this but if there’s anyone I’d want to spend the rest of my life with it’s you, and we can make out own thing up it’s what we do anyway” more emotional dialog that I’m not smart enough to write but it ends in them kissing to bisexual lighting glaring around them and the song Somewhere Out There playing in the background

B plot- Jeff and Britta end up going to the dance together, I don’t have much to say here but it ends up it them saying how they’ve missed spending time together (I ship them in a they keep getting divorced and getting back together way) but they end up having a good time together. Also Jeff finds the Dean sulking and they end up sharing a dance together

C plot- not much here but I think it would be funny to have Chang and Duncan trying to pick if ladies to go to the dance but they end up wasting all there time with no ladies wanting them (just some funny bar scenes idk)

Ending scene- Troy and Abed telling people they’re dating of course with “Troy and Abed are dAtInG” a shocked gasp from Shirley and Annie (Annie knew) and britta giving Jeff twenty dollars for losing the bet of wether they’d get together

[jedipumpkin21-3]

I don’t think I’ve ever fully talked about my breakup and I’ve kinda kept a lot inside, so I feel it necessary to just spew and let shit out (Feel free to read or not)

Mid October, on my birthday of all days 🤣, I ended things with my fiancée. We were together almost 7 years. We would fight a lot about a lot of little things and we never communicated properly, although we had several conversations about trying to fix those issues. However, they’d be fixed for a month and go right back to how they were. I didn’t want to do it anymore because I was tired of living that life where things would never get fixed. Lack of effort on both parts in all honesty. I’ll spare what life was like those 2.5 weeks where we lived together after the fact until I find a place because that’s an entirely different story and was a really rough and toxic time.

We both had issues with straying (never physical) but mostly me because we were rarely ever intimate, some her and some me. We had talked about these issues and left that as that when I left, which stuff happened once I left, but again that goes back to the toxic story part. Anyway, I feel like that’s why I’m so overly open with my reblogs and posts because I feel like I’m trying to make up for something or compensate for something that was never there. I talk too much, get too into shit, and I use that as a cover to pretend that I’m doing okay, when I’m using the horny posting and messaging as a cover.

Anyway sorry for the ramble. I just needed to get something off my chest

[natewynoou]

Holly: Do you know something?

Kipps: I might know something…

Holly: I might know something too…

Kipps: What’s the thing that you know?

Holly: Oh I can’t tell you until you tell me what you know.

Kipps: Well I can’t tell you what I know.

Holly: Well I can’t tell you what I know.

Kipps: okay fine.

Holly: Fine.

*pause*

Kipps: You don’t know.

Holly: Well how about I go upstairs and walk into Lockwood room and see if the thing that I think that I know is actually the thing that I think that I know!

Kipps: You know!!

Holly: And you know!!

Kipps: Listen, you can’t tell anyone, they’re being so secretive about it. Especially George.

*George enters*

George: Oh the weather is terrible out there. Too much rain. What’s going on?

Holly: Nothing, just going out for a walk.

Kipps: Yeah same.

*Both leave*

George: Oh they’re both totally doing it.

[tpwkwriter]

In my remorse.

Where y/n reads something she wished she didn’t.

———

Y/n couldn’t snap her blurry eyes away from the screen, page after page of ‘Harry styles former girlfriend finally lost weight?’ Or ‘is y/n y/l/n really using former one direction member harry styles for money?’ It ranged from her looks to there relationship.

The girl felt smaller then ever, did people really believe she used harry? Hell did harry think that?

Her wet eyes scanned the laptop infront of her and wondered why she even did this? News article after news article, and even Twitter was opened and for hate this was a Landmine of them. She understood people were jealous of course they were going to be but she didn’t expect comment after comment of just sheer amount of hate towards her.

With her mixed emotions of frustration, sadness, anger and distress she picked up her phone and clicked on her boyfriends contact, she was aware of the time but she just needed somebody. After three seconds she is saved with the voice of her love.

“Lovie? What’s up” he asked laced with sleep and contentment.

“Harry..I need you” she urged with a sniffle that indicated she was upset

“Say no more love m’on my way” and with that you could here him pick up his car keys from his bedside table.

——

Within 5 minutes H arrived, he walked into the house looking for his lovie, he walked up the stairs and found her bedroom door slightly open he took that as a signal that she was in there.

“Lovebug?” He hummed, lightly tapping on the door and pushing it open.

His lovebug was a sight for sore eyes, her face flushed and eyes puffy and hair messy and tossed from where she’s clearly been pulling it.

“M’angel” he rushed to her side, sitting next to her on the bed, cupping her face examining her face,

“What’s got you like this hmm?” He he frowned wrapping his arms around around her pulling her into him and cradling her as if she was a baby.

With no word she hid her face into his chest, just wanting to be held and loved.

“Y/n..darling what’s going on hmm? What’s going in that pretty little mind” he urged kissing her head

“Cant make it better if you don’t tell me” after holding her tightly to his chest his hold loosened when he spotted her open laptop, with his left hand he gently picked it up exposing several tabs of Twitter, news articles, and even hate accounts.

Fuck...he mentally thought

“Baby girl..fuck im so sorry you had to see all that m’angel so so sorry” he exclaims cuddling her and rocking her slightly.

“They all hate me h-Harry” she cries scrunching her hand into his hoodie. “I haven’t done anything, I really haven’t”

Harry’s heart breaks at the sight and sound of his lovie at this point, he just wishes he could take her away from the world and just protect her from everything including the shitty media.

“M’angel, you haven’t done anything apart from being my bestest girl hmm? It’s them sick twisted fucks who have done shit” he goes on

“They a-all think I t-take your money and use y-you and I h-hate it” she whispered

“Hey,hey none of that lovebug, you know that’s not true, I know that’s not true”

——

After moments of consoling y/n, Harry felt so sick and bad for what she had just gone through, the fact they hurt HIS love to the point where she can’t even speak it drastically hurt him aswell, he’d had enough.

He’d sent y/n for a hot, bubble bath that he ran himself, while he called publicists and managements about this entire situation, he also took a chance to block all of those Twitter accounts on her laptop and block those articles, when it came to his lovie he wouldn’t mess about.

He had no doubt about staying the night so he poured them selves both a cup of tea to enjoy before falling into a slumber.

Y/n walked out from the bathroom in one of his hoodies he had left here and his boxers on.

“Feel alright love?” He asks concern filling his green eyes

“Yeah” she shyly smiled while crawling into the bed and being embraced from her loving boyfriend.

“Don’t like seeing you like that, and I hate the world for making ya upset, kills me” he said pressing kisses to her forehead.

“S’not your fault H, don’t beat yourself up over it” she informs snuggling further into him.

“I love you Harry, I love how much you care, I love how real you are..I love how you seem to comfort me and make me feel the safest I’ve ever been, don’t care about the fame or the money or the fans, I just love you” she rambles

That was music to Harry’s ears, that’s all he wants.

“May come to shock lovie but, quite love you too, and you know I never believe them tabloids, the trust and love I have for you is endless”

———

While y/n was dosed off next to him all he could think about was protecting and shielding her from all things bad, he lie down next to her and took in that she was all his and no one or nothing could change that.

[fritzyships]

Fnaf F/o ask game

Freddy-Can your f/o sing? If so how good are they at it?

Bonnie- Does your f/o play any instrument/s? If so which one/s

Chica-What are you and your f/os favorite foods?

Foxy-Does your f/o have an accent? If so what kind?

Toy Freddy- Do you and your f/o play video games? What’re your favorite games?

Toy Chica-Does your f/o enjoy parties?

Toy Bonnie-How humble about themselves is your f/o

Mangle-Does your f/o have any scars or anything?

Puppet-What are you and your f/os favorite song or songs? Do you share the same taste in music?

Circus Baby- What’re you and your f/os favorite desserts?

Funtime Freddy-Does your f/o have a good sense of humor?

Ballora-How good at dancing is your f/o

Funtime Foxy-Does your f/o have a specific schedule? What is it?

Funtime Chica-How does your f/o react to cameras?

Rockstar Freddy- Is your f/o greedy?

Rockstar Chica-Does your f/o have a phobia?

Rockstar Bonnie-How often does your f/o lose things

Rockstar Foxy-Does your f/o have or want a pet? What kind?

Afton- What’s your f/os favorite color?

Henry-How close is your f/o to their family?

[nemovanilla]

Bakugo, trying to sleep in on his birthday: what the fuck is that music… turn it off…

Midoriya, pushing a massive speaker into the room: we’re no strangers to love

Bakugo: …….

Todoroki, quietly, monotone, and off-beat: you know the rules, and so do I

Uraraka: a full commitment’s what I’m thinking of

Kaminari: you couldn’t get this from any other guy

Kirishima: I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling

Iida, like an army general: gotta make you understand

The rest of class 1A, running into the room: never gonna give you up

1A: never gonna let you down

1A: never gonna run around and desert you

1A: never gonna make you cry

1A: never gonna say goodbye

1A: never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Yaoyorozu, pouring tea to ease Bakugo’s anger at being woken up: we’ve known each other for so long

Jiro: your heart’s been aching but, you’re too shy to say it

Aoyama, hanging up a disco ball and throwing cheese in the air: inside we both know what been going on

Mina: we know the game and we’re gonna play it

Tsuyu: and, if you ask me how I’m feeling, ribbit

Tokoyami, like a supervillain: don’t tell me you’re too blind to see

The teachers: never gonna give you up

Bakugo: when the f*ck did you—

The teachers: never gonna let you down

The teachers: never gonna run around and desert you

The teachers: never gonna make you cry

The teachers: never gonna say goodbye

The teachers: never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

The girls: oooooooohhh, give you up

The girls: oooooooohhh, give you up

All might, in his muscle form and spewing blood everywhere: never gonna give never gonna give

The girls: give you up

Aizawa, half-dead: never gonna give never gonna give

The girls: give you up

Present Mic: never gonna give, yeahhhh

Sato, around a mouthful of cake: we’ve known each other for so long

Shoji: your heart’s been aching but, you’re too shy to say it

Sero: inside we both know what’s been going on

Koda, unleashing birds to whistle the tune, along with Hagakure because he’s too shy to do it alone: we know the game and we’re gonna play it

Ojiro: I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling

Midoriya: *holds his mic out for Bakugo*

Bakugo, reluctantly: gotta make you understand

Everyone, now including Bakugo: never gonna give you up

Everyone: never gonna let you down

Everyone: never gonna run around and desert you

Everyone: never gonna make you cry

Everyone: never gonna say goodbye

Everyone: never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Everyone except Bakugo: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Bakugo: thanks, now get the f*ck out of my room or I’ll kill you.

[whitechapelwlw]

ok my last post got like more than 2 notes which is ALL the fuel I need to share more of my season 3 ideas:

- hot take but I think we need more werewolf episodes. they are such miserable and completely normal people I’m obsessed with mbav werewolves

- Jessie episodes giving us some more backstory on him! And maybe some of him adjusting to normal, modern life What was he up to in the 60s? Who’s going to tell him about MySpace? How will he take this?

- ancient whitechapel lore pls 🙏

- grandma weir backstory

- ok hear me out. i think that after we cool off from the lucifractor drama and resolve that, we are going to need a break. the characters have a lot to unpack and I feel like especially Sarah has not stopped and just sat down to unpack shit for a moment you know? Take a breather and process. I think Sarah needs this and you know who could comfort her during this process? Erica. This is not even me pushing my serica agenda rn I just think it would be a really nice moment

- begging for more B plots that revolve around Benny and Rory trying so hard to solve a reasonably difficult issue All By Themselves

- alternatively. Ethan and Erica team up just the two of them to try and solve things

- here is a really colossal point for me. Rory is undoubtedly a huge source of comic relief in the show. I really, really want to explore his character a bit deeper in season 3. The trauma from the lucifractor has got to be a lot for him and I wanna see that. As well, Rory became a full-fledged vampire really quickly. It was just him and Erica until Sarah became a full vamp. I really wanna see how Rory deals with this sudden, intense change in his life. If it affects him more than he gives off. I do want to see a Rory gets serious for a minute episode

- bring that sad little vampire hunter man back.

[streakfreeshine]

“Imagine a sickie who's *so* busy at their fast paced job that they don't register how sick they are. They get their first lull in work and the nausea hits them like a truck and their stomach only gives them a few seconds as a warning.” Here’s that fic!

I want to preface this with a few things. This is, yet again, inspired my job. My back-of-house (“backroom”) is absolutely puny. The desk isn’t even 3 feet away from the mop-cubby. There’s no door to the back, so anyone in the front-of-house (the space behind the counters) area can easily see into the back and see the sinks, the edge of the desk, and the opening to the mop-cubby.This fic is a little long because I feel that I needed to really set the scene to give an idea on what made his day so hectic. I believe it’s worth it :) I’ll be posting the second half eventually, which will mostly be Ryan comforting Dantae as he struggles. It’s already started, but I’m all edited-out for the day lol

TW: graphic depictions of vomiting and hurt/no comfort style angst.

~2.5k words (sorry not sorry)

Dantae waits in the pouring rain for his store manager to arrive. He's got his hands in his deep pockets, balled into fists. He's pulled his hood up, but his ears are still freezing. His nose is running from the cold. Even listening to his favorite songs doesn't lessen the feeling of foreboding brewing inside him.

When his store manager, Kelly, lets them both inside, the alarm screeches almost immediately; their distributor hadn’t properly set the alarm when they left, very early that morning. While this wasn’t the first time his had happened, it still has Dantae gritting his teeth one his way to the back of house. Kelly quickly disables the alarm and there is a second of silence before the store's radio turns on, blaring nearly as loud as the alarm had. He is almost convinced that the closing crew threw a party as soon as they locked the doors.

Dantae washes his hands and rushes to grab the seven boxes of surplus pastries. Before Kelly took over as Store Manager, the openers didn't need to rush, as all they had to do was put the pastries on display. The pastries that they had recieved in the morning were thrown away every night. Everything changed when she took over. Everything.

Kelly had implemented a new rule of keeping all pastries, in 3 separate plastic bins for two days. Not only did Dantae find this repulsive, he had found that no one labels and dates the plastic bins correctly. He would then have to sort through all the day-old pastries, comparing them to the dates on the lids, in order to make sure they're still in date, then move them all out of the bins, put the new pastries in, cover them with puny sheets of oven paper, then put all the old ones on top. As if that wasn't enough torture, he then has to write new dates for the new pastries and double-check the old dates to make sure they're actually dated correctly. This can take him ninety minutes, minimum, on a good day. Today is not one of those days. He's only just finished putting the new pastries into the bins when it's time to open. The older ones sat out on the counter, away from customers.

Four customers wait at the glass door by the time comes to open.They all seem to stare daggers at him as he continues to rush to put the old pastries away.

"They always look like goddamned vultures", he mutters to himself as Kelly unlocks the doors. They all file into the store, nearly tripping each other to get into line first. An opening manager would normally be able to run register until they get their first espresso bar drink order. Of course, luck is not on their side when the very first order is an espresso drink.

Dantae is forced to ring the next customers up, all ordering drip coffees and slices of bread, none of which he’s had the time to cut before opening. He opens the cabinet in which they store their unopened breads and miscellaneous goods that have three-day shelf life and finds literally three of every item inside. He grits his teeth and takes a strangled breath in, letting it out as a soft hiss.

He has to pull out the stuff that had expired the night before, in order to even grab the stuff expiring at the end of the day. A spare package of coffee cake gets yanked off the shelf with one of the items, hitting him in the neck. He lets out a small growl in lieu of sweating loudly. He finds himself holding his breath as he juggles the items and places them on a counter behind the register. He takes a deep breath when a wave of slight dizziness washes over him.

Barely 5 minutes into opening, he is scrambling around behind the counter, pouring a coffee, then cutting a slice of bread, then running back to the register, then pouring more coffee, then cutting a *different* slice of bread. He does this two more times, all with a different type of bread.

“I haven’t forgotten about the next customer, I promise!” Dantae shouts over his shoulder

By the time he's finished cutting the last slice, there are three more customers, all of whom order espresso drinks, making it impossible for Kelly to help him on register.

There is a brief moment of reprieve, after finishing those three orders, before he hears the familiar chime of their moble order printer. He groans inwardly and puts all the stickers onto the cups. He groans out loud when the machine chimes again. And again. And again. Then a fourth time. None of these orders are single item tickets. Two of them are delivery orders, which are packed by hand, usually by the person expediting the process. Of course, Dantae didn’t have that luxury this morning. One of those delivery orders is six separate items. The other is four. More customers enter the store as he sorts the stickers into two categories; food/drip coffee and espresso drinks.

"I'll be with the next guest as soon as I can!" He shouts, as he sticks what feels like the 400th sticker onto a cup and sets it with the others near the espresso bar.

When Dantae opens the small warm breakfast refrigerator, he wants to curl up into a ball and roll away. There are no items in the small refrigerator. They're all in the back, in the thaw-fridge. He near sprints into the back, grabs the sandwiches he needs for the enormous delivery order, returns to the front and all but tosses them onto the cutting board next to the oven before tending to the other customers. The next person in won't be in for another hour and a half. Until then, Dantae is unable to finish putting away the rest of the pastries and finish the bread.

He spends the next ninety minutes running back and forth from the register, to the coffee urns, to the thaw-fridge, to the mobile order machine. Even when Kelly has the opportunity to help him ring, he’s still jogging around the entire front of house. He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees his coworker, Evan, come through the door.

"Help... me..." he mouths as he walks behind him to clock in. Evan gives him a look that practically screams “eek” before disappearing into the back to put his apron on. He clocks in as fast as he can and dashes to the register, finally giving Dantae the opportunity to finish the pastries. He makes the mistake of believing the rest of the day will be easier from then on.

Ever the unlucky, he finds several incorrect labels, forcing him to spend far too long on the aforementioned pastries. He's ready to pull his hair out by the time he's finally finished. He expects to be able to take a minute or two to breathe and mentally recover. However, those precious minutes never come.

As soon as he takes over the bar, there are four mobile orders in a row, then 5 more in-person orders. Kelly didn’t even get the chance to walk away, to start her own work. Dantae gets through three orders before they were being rudely snapped at by an upset customer, who asks about the drink she had ordered not even three minutes previously. She tells him her name and he scans through the panels of orders, making a mental note of the number of drinks across all the orders.

"Let's see... Linda, right? You're 7th in line. We'll get it out to you as soon as we can, I promise!” He cries out in exasperation. She scoffs and glares at him. She then goes on a two minute long spiel about how young people “these days” aren't living up to her unrealistic standards. Dantae has begun to block her out as more orders are queued.

Dantae had been working in a non-stop, dizzing blur, for four hours before he's finally able to take his ten-minute break. He heats himself a sandwich, makes his large iced latte, then staggers to the back. He takes a stress-free minute to catch his breath, take a long drink of cold water, and try to calm himself before he's nearly knocked off his seat by a tornado of dizziness. He's got the computer desk in a death grip as he grabs his latte and takes a deep drink of it, thinking maybe he just needs more fluids. He sucks down a third of it before pulling away. He’s incredibly grateful that it’s Friday and that he has the next two days off.

Not more than thirty seconds later, as he’s looking down at his sandwich, he comes to the realization the sensation in his gut, from the beginning of his shift, was not from an impending sense of doom; it was slight nausea. He wasn't dizzy from holding his breath earlier, but rather because he's sick. He pushes the offending sandwich away from him.

He suddenly feels the muscles behind his jaw clench and his mouth floods with saliva. He has only enough time to slap his hand over his mouth before he's gagging into it. He scrambles out of the chair, making for the nearby mop cubby, as it’s the closest thing he can think of, but manages to get his boot caught on one of its legs. He crashes onto his hip and promptly vomits on the floor. His hand returns to his mouth as he retches loudly. Watery, coffee colored vomit sprays from between his fingers, causing even more of a mess. He instantly regrets gulping down so much water and coffee so quickly.

Kelly peeks around the corner at the sound of Dantae’s retch. The scene before her draws a soft gasp from her. While Dantae is facing away from her, she can still see the pool of liquid in front of him and splattered on the wall. For a split-second she thinks he’s unconscious, until he scrambles, on his hands and knees, to the mop-cubby. She sees his head disappear and his back arch as he vomits again.

She hears the angry screaming from the steam wands and hisses in pain as boiling milk splashes onto her hand. She turns it off and abandons it to rush to Dantae’s side. Evan leans back to peer into the backroom and his mouth falls open. He quickly turns back to the confused customer and comes up with the best excuse he can as he finishes the transaction.

Meanwhile, Kelly puts a hand on his back, but withdraws it as his somtach rebels again. She’s holding her breath and leaning awkwardly over the puddle of sick that Dantae had inadvertently kneeled into and smeared across the floor in his scramble to the cubby. There’s tears of exertion, embarrassment, and pain trailing down his face as he begins to dry heave.

Kellyasks the obligatory, “Are you okay?”

Dantae lets out an exasperated grunt.

“No, I’m far from okay, sorry,” he says, still facing the drain, gagging again.

“Okay, well, I have to call house keeping and close the store, so you sit here, head over the basin, and wait,” she replies, no sympathy detectable in her voice. Dantae nods weakly and spits away the thick string of saliva hanging from his bottom lip.

“Can you hand me some paper towels? It came out of my nose, too.”

“That’s disgusting,” she sneers, but grabs him a few and hands them to him before walking away. He could hear her telling the customers that they needed to leave, as they needed to close. He swears she was more gentle with them than she was with him. He knew they butted heads, but he thought she’d be more understanding of his predicament. The thought hurts his soul.

He pulls his phone out of his back pocket and sends a quick text to Ryan, explaining what happened. Ryan responds quickly, agreeing to come get him. Dantae stares blankly as his phone screen, swallowing thickly. He’s not swallowing back saliva this time, but rather, the lump in his throat. He tips his head back and wills away the tears clouding his vision.

“I thought I told you to keep your head over the drain,” he hears Kelly say as she walked back over to him and sat down in the desk chair, looking at the computer. He tips his head forward again and those tears are back and falling down his cheeks. He stays silent as he listens to her speaking with the head of housekeeping (The mall’s term for the janitors and maintanance workers), requesting a bio-hazard cleaning. His cheeks burn with embarrassment and shame. He closes his eyes but still struggles to keep them dry as he silently sits on the floor, shins covered in his own vomit, waiting for his husband.

It takes Ryan fifteen minutes to reach the store. He sends Dantae a text to let him know that he’s here. Dantae stands slowly, wincing at the pain in his hip and knees. He refuses to look down at his dirty shins and boots, lest he start throwing up again.

“Ryan’s here. I’m really really sorry for the trouble I’ve caused. I’ll see you next week,” he says, his voice wavering. He steals a glance at Kelly as he walks past her, heading toward the front of house. She doesnt turn her head from the computer before speaking.

“It’s okay. I’ll see you Tuesday.”

Dantae can’t help but notice that she didn’t tell him to feel better. He knows he’s overthinking, but it still hurts nonetheless. He’s swallowing back tears again, trying to keep his breathing even as he clocks out. He makes his way across the now empty store and outside. He sees Ryan’s car idling in front of the store, speaking with a cold-eyed security guard that he didn’t recognize. He must be new, he surmises. He catches the end of the conversation as he slides inside, careful to not get anything dirty.

“See, he’s here. I wasn’t sitting here for shiggles. Now, if you please, I have to take my sick husband home.”

[fuck-comphet]

Idk y’all I’m feeling angry at the complete lack of lgbtq+ sex ed this morning. I am almost 25, I used to work in sexual health promotion on a uni campus that gave me access to all these different sex ed resources, and I’ve always considered myself very knowledgeable in terms of sexual heath. But it’s just now occurring to me that all of my knowledge is sooooo cisheteronormative??

As a person afab, I realize now just how deeply I internalized the idea that contraception was my responsibility, and I couldn’t/shouldn’t trust condoms (or that men wouldn’t remove the condom without my knowledge and consent or even want to use them in the first place). It was this whole thing of if I don’t make sure I have my own contraception for myself (which is the hormones in the shape of the pill or an IUD or an implant or all of the other options with an endless list of side effects), then I am risking getting pregnant and if I do get pregnant it would be my fault.

This feels like a new aspect of comphet that I am just now becoming aware of. Like not only do I have to cater to men’s desires and seek out their attention/validation but I also carry the responsibility and mental/emotional burden that I make sure I do not get pregnant, lest I ruin a man’s life or trap a man into a relationship he doesn’t want.

But now I’m a lesbian!! I am a lesbian who, upon having lesbian sex for the first time, felt immense joy and relief at the realization that I never had to have sex with a man again if I didn’t want to. I am a lesbian who never wants to have sex with men ever again.

Why am I still so anxious about contraception?? The idea of not being on any contraception at all terrifies me but I don’t need it anymore!! I want to have this discussion with a healthcare professional but that person needs to have a good understanding of lgbtq+ health and needs, and that is honestly so hard to find.

—

P.S. this is a trans inclusive post, TERFs stay the fuck away from me. Lesbian sex can and does involve p-in-v.

Discussions of contraception need and use are very specific to each individual and lesbianism by itself is not a guarantee of no risk of pregnancy.

This post is a reflexion of my own current situation and is not meant to be a generalized statement that applies to every single lesbian, because it doesn’t.

[onthevirge]

Closed Rp with @pattxnsanders

Virgil knew it was a bad idea to stay and fight the pro-hero that had caught him fighting another low level villain. He was already close to the limit with his quirk before trying to fight the fire based hero Heartburn. He ended up having to flee the fight after the hero got a good hit on him, causing control of his quirk to slip and his strength to leave as the panic he was projecting surged back to him double what he was projecting. He knew he was too far away from his own apartment to make it before he passed out either from his injuries or from the panic, so he started the walk through alleyways and backstreets to his best friends apartment, putting the parts of his villain costume in the bag he carried with him until he was just in a slightly charred long sleeved shirt and ripped jeans. He climbed up the fire escape to his friends apartment balcony to avoid any people in the building. It had taken him about an hour to do what would normally be a 20 minute walk so he simply thudded his forehead against the balcony door as he tried to control his breathing, hoping his friend was home and had heard the thud as his panic started surging more.

[weeping-gospels]

The vision of smoke and fire charred through the premises of winter tundra.

It felt as if the battle had been prolonged for an eternity and some. Once barren fields of dying plants coated in frosty dew became painted with the deceased of rodentkind, the scent of nature and essence choked out by a thick coating of decay and fresh roadkill. Morrslieb bore witness to such a heinous scene, reflecting rays of sickly green upon its monstrosity of mutated soldiers that would soak in the defacto light and roar with an intense shiver of energy — only for that very dangerous enthusiasm to smite them in the end over nonchalance and impatience in the eyes of strategic defeat.

Normally, Bethanne was not a healer. Capable of plenty of healing spells, the Dhampir primarily prowled the front lines as her primal beast, tossing aside rabid, diseased creatures like a dog to her favorite chew toy — but seeing that there was way too much death causing both parties to become extinct, it was overdue to change her class.

Eyes darted frantically amongst the grotesque calamity. Screeching, gargling blood, bodies that had been decapitated or torn in half woefully dragging themselves through the snow in a useless attempt to live, the undeniable musk of fear, the charring stench of warpstone and warp lightning…her healing would be denounced to essentially nothing right now. A hissed, frustrated sigh left the shaman, unsure what action to take next.

“ GO-SCURRY! KILL-KILL! KILL-KILL!! TEAR-SHRED THEM TO PIECES, DEATHRATTLER! EHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! “

Of course. Her gracious Lord is going absolutely apeshit on his disgusting hunk of meat like he always does when royally overdosing on warpstone dust, Betty’s expression becoming that of superlative vexation. It’s always such a damn hassle cleaning up the evidence after he gets into this mood — being ordered to wipe out the corpses and drag them onto wooden wagons with creaking splinters and rusty wheels over the gargantuan weight of deflated flesh, replenishing the dead plants and eroded land with her shamanic magic to ensure there had been no fight at all, then ordering her own sum of henchmen to transport the dead to Clan Moulder for Ghoritch to devour.

Of course, she’d have her Fester henchmen deliver these anonymously after the recent quarrel amongst Fester and Moulder and her evident betrayal — just drop the ‘package’ off nearby the entrance tunnel and scram. Neither Grey Lord Rasknitt nor Throt was aware she had been apologetically offering up slain enemies for food to lessen the gnawing guilt, but it would have to do for now. Perhaps an alliance could be seen in the near future, but not right now. There were other matters to discuss.

Snapping out of her daydreaming of the past, the sound of howling and busted metal awoken more primal desires. Swallowing down the urge to join her Lord in turning the battlefield completely crimson with guts galore, Betty stumbled toward the noise on uneven feet, noticing that the squirming rat was someone she was somewhat familiar with — Clan Skryre’s Rex. Ah, right, Ikit Claw…truthfully, she didn’t have much knowledge on Ikit and his advanced machinery other than his partaking in Ghoritch. Hm. Books to be filled, rats to be studied…

“ Alright, let us get you situated… “

Putting his safety first, Betty hooked her arms under his swell of metal limb, grunting in agony over a fresh cut tearing farther on her muscle. Fuck, he’s heavy. Damn armor rats.

“ Hrrrrngh — darling, you are MUCH too heavy for me to carry! Can you stand? You are short circuiting — hnnn — like a Yuletide tree! M-My castle is not too far from here, I can address your wounds! “

CRACKLE — BOOM

“ — EHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! YES-YEEEEEES! FALL-CRUMBLE UNDER THE MIGHT OF GREY SEER RASKNITT, THE GREAT WHITE RAT! THE WARP MOON’S RESILIENT-STRONG SORCERER OF DARK MAGICS! DIE-DIE! FRY-FRY!! SKIN THEM ALIVE, MY VERMINTIDE! TEAR-RIP THEM APART!! “

“ Quickly. We need to move quickly before my Lord ends up killing everyone and his own men out of hysteria. “

@mecha-marksman

[39sgwil]

In honor of Rami’s birthday, and because I love astrology and have never really seen anyone talk about Rami’s astrology chart before, I wanted to write it all out and make a post on it!! His chart is so interesting to me and I hope it’ll be interesting to you guys too! I broke down each placement(sun, moon, etc) and put what each planet means before explaining so hopefully it’s not too confusing to read. I also wrote out my own notes/ramblings which is basically just me talking about how great Rami is and how I don’t understand why he’s so underrated, I would’ve added that here but then this post would’ve been too long.

Note:

- I don’t know how someone got Rami’s birth time but it’s on google so that’s how I know what it is

- This can all apply to Sami as well obviously, but since they weren’t born at the same exact time it could still be a smidge different. Also two people, twins or not, can have the same chart placements but those placements can still manifest differently in both.

- This is also a more basic breakdown of his chart , there’s obviously way more things to look at but I didn’t wanna confuse anyone too much and while I love astrology I’m also not a professional and still have a lot more learning to do

- I know the sun and moon aren’t planets but in astrology they’re referred to as planets

Some Astrology 101; Planets, signs and houses

So in astrology the planets, signs and houses are all connected to each other. It’s a bit confusing so here is this analogy I saw once that made it so much easier to understand for me; think of an astrology chart like a movie. The planet is the actor, the sign is the role the actor is playing, and the house is the location of the movie. So Rami’s sun is in Taurus in the 11th house. So the actor is the sun, the role the actor is playing is Taurus, and the location this character is in is the 11th house. Sun represents the ego and where someone shines their energy. The way he shines would have Taurus energy. And the location that this energy shines in the most is the 11th house, the house of friendships, community, and social causes.

Ok here it is! Sorry it’s so long or confusing, feel free to message me if you have any astrology related questions or if you just wanna talk about astrology or Rami. Also let me know if you wanna read my notes/ramblings on Rami’s chart!

Rami’s astrology chart placements;

Rising sign(Cancer)- first impressions, mannerisms, appearance, and way of going about life- caring, nurturing, empathetic, sentimental, imaginative, emotional, in tune to other peoples needs, sensitive, moody, private.

Chart ruler(the planet that rules his rising sign)- Cancer is ruled by the Moon, so his chart ruler is the Moon in Virgo in the 3rd house. The chart ruler represents the main theme of someone’s chart. So a major theme in his life could be putting all his emotions and care into communicating and expressing himself with words.

Sun(Taurus in 11th house)- ego, self expression, personality, identity- in his ego he is; devoted, productive, determined, persistent, resourceful, reliable, affectionate, and stubborn and this is shown in his friendships, community, social life, social causes, and group activities. He thrives in friendships and groups!!! He’s a natural and motivating and inspiring others and makes a great leader. He loves to be surrounded by people he loves and he pours a lot of energy into others.

Moon(Virgo in 3rd house)- emotions, feelings, needs- his communication and thinking skills need to be as perfect as possible, can overthink and overanalyze too much, and he can be his own worst critic. Skillful and sensible, everything needs to be organized and done perfectly to feel emotionally secure.

Mercury(Gemini in 12th house)- thinking, communication, intellect- in his communication and intellect, he is clever, witty, and curious, could have creative and intuitive endeavors to express these emotions. Original and quick with words and ideas.

Venus(Gemini in 12th house)- love, affection, attraction, relationship- in love he is very communicative and loves to have deep and exciting conversations. Has many avenues to explore. Likes alone time, values his privacy. Likes to explore artistic and communicative avenues in private first.

Mars(Taurus in 11th house)- desire, passion, drive, energy- exerts energy and passions into friendships, community, social life, and group activities. Friendships and community have stability and security, very dependable but stubborn. Slow to anger but don’t get him angry!!!! A great independent leader!!

Jupiter(Libra in 4th house)- optimism, abundance, luck, success- by being diplomatic, easygoing, fair, charming, and open, he will find good luck, success, and fortune in his home life, security and stability, inner-self, and domestic matters. A successful home life with peaceful family surroundings. Good fortune in being a mediator and keeping the peace between others. Can be all things to everyone. Might come off as passive aggressive or indecisive at times.

Saturn(Libra in 4th house)- structure, restrictions, responsibility, discipline- wants relationships, home/domestic life, and inner self to be structured and serious.

Uranus(Scorpio in the 6th house)- independence, originality- he expresses himself and shows his talent, creativity, romance, and pleasures in original and unique ways by being magnetic, passionate, intense, and driven. Can sometimes be mysterious and secretive when it comes to his self expression. Individualistic and inventive in self expression and creativity.

Neptune(Sagittarius in the 6th house)- dreams, imagination, illusion- in his work, services, habits, routines, self-improvement, and health he is adventurous, spontaneous, optimistic, and outspoken with his dreams and imagination. Dreams big. Idealistic.

Pluto(Libra in the 5th house)- power, transformation, control, evolution- his power, transformations, control and evolution in his self-expression, creativity, talent, and romance is charming, easygoing, peaceful, and fair. Change and inner growth comes from relationships. Deep relationships with others. Relationships grow and evolve in areas of self expression and creativity.

Descendant(opposite of rising sign, so Capricorn)- attraction, close relationships, desired partner qualities- his desired partner qualities and attraction when it comes to significant relationships are responsible, ambitious, realistic, disciplined and productive.

Midheaven(10th house sign= Pisces)- reputation, public life- in his public life and reputation, he is seen as imaginative, artistic, compassionate, inspirational, hospitable, gentle and illusive. Pisces is a misunderstood sign. People could project onto him a lot.

Imum Coeli(Opposite of midheaven, so Virgo)- self-image, private persona, early home environment- his private and home life is modest, organized, careful, helpful and sensible.

South Node(Aquarius in the 8th house)- comfort, inherited talent, natural abilities- he is most comfortable with his natural abilities when he is helping grow and transform others by being independent, original, unpredictable, innovative and eccentric.

North Node(Leo in the 2nd house)- development, calling, lessons, potential, life path- his biggest calling and life path is when he is being generous, creative, brave, and entertaining with his own worth and values.

Lilith(Scorpio in the 5th house)- shadow/dark side- his dark side comes out when he is being intense, magnetic, driven, passionate and mysterious in his creativity, self-expression, talent, entertainment, and romance.

Chiron(Taurus in the 11th house)- childhood wound, how you heal others, hidden gifts- his wound and how he heals others come from his self worth, values, stubbornness and inflexibility in friendships, social activities, dreams, and associations.

Part Of Fortune(Libra in the 5th house)- good fortune, worldly success, happiness- he will find good fortune, worldly success and happiness when he is fair, easygoing, cooperative, peaceful, charming and polite in regards to his self-expression, talent, creativity, leisures, pleasures and romance.

Vertex(Scorpio in the 6th house)- destiny, future, luck- his destiny and luck is to be passionate, magnetic, powerful, driven and mysterious in his services, self-improvement, work, routines, productivity and habits.

Ceres(Cancer in the 2nd house)- nurturing, growth, comfort, how we nurture and want to be nurtured- he nurtures others by being the mom of the group, protective, and takes good care of others. Provides a safe and secure space for others. Wants the same in return.

Pallas(Gemini in the 12th house)- wisdom, courage, strength, creative intelligence- his wisdom and creative intelligence is clever, curious, witty, chatty, adaptable and anxious, and since this is in his 12th house it can be more hidden and subconscious than public, which adds to him being misunderstood.

Juno(Libra in the 5th house)- commitment, serious partnerships, loyalty, soulmate, devotion(platonic and romantic)- wants balance and and equality in relationships. Will attract and be attached to charming, easygoing and peaceful partners. Wants excitement in relationships. Most important relationships will be with people he shares creative and exciting endeavors with.

Vesta(Leo in the 3rd house)- Inner-strength, aspirations, self-discipline- has the aspirations and inner-strength of being creative, entertaining, generous and brave when it comes to how he communicates and thinks. Has a desire to express himself freely when it comes to communication. Wants to stand out when it comes to his creativity and thinking.

[arenb1rd]

i don’t think anyone will find this and maybe someone’s already said this, who knows. but i have a theory that the egg is not an egg at all, it’s just an egg-shaped fungus.

when c!bad found the egg it was underground, fairly far from the surface. and when bad found it it wasn’t as big as it is right now, and it started to grow. eggs can’t grow outside of the parent. not to mention how it grows, it grows slowly over time and fungi grow and gain nutrients from dead organisms.

now bad didn’t immediately start sacrificing others to the egg, so how is the egg feeding? the spider farm. anytime someone is at the spider farm killing spiders for exp, some of that exp could be seeping into the egg room, and the egg could be absorbing it. plus, there was already a mob farm in the egg room when bad was using it as a room to build his statues in.

this would also explain the vines an other vegetation growing around it. the egg is taking in whatever leftover dead organisms and releasing anything it doesn’t need which is probably growing the vines. also, if the egg is possible a fungus, then perhaps it’s able to release spores, and it does. you can even see them floating around in the egg’s room. that’s why bad, skeppy, or anyone under the egg’s control acts the way they do. just being around it for too long will cause you to start hearing a voice that tells you what to do by offering things that you want, or using any sort of inner conflict you have with yourself against you. you’ll start acting differently, and soon, if you finally gone under the egg’s control,

and what if it isn’t even the egg itself talking to you, what if it’s just you. like, when you take in the spores and it goes into your system, it affects your brain, giving you commands. and so your brain renders it as a voice telling you what to do.

maybe the spores also find certain things to trigger you(?) like maybe it heightens your anxiety or makes you remember something you did or said that you regret, like what we see with c!skeppy. he went under the egg’s control due to bad not being able to choose between him and the egg, he wanted to know what was so good about it, and maybe he felt neglected by bad and so the egg used that to keep skeppy close. using his own worries and anxieties against him. same with bad, bad is thinking this egg will give him the one person he cares about the most if he complies.

we also see this with c!ranboo, getting close to the egg, inhaling the spores making him think about things he used to, or still, think about himself, things others used to call him, a trader to both sides he refused to join.

c!foolish is another example of this, bringing up past events he would rather not go back to after he was sacrificed. but this also lets us know that this egg didn’t just appear. it’s been around for quite awhile. more proof of this is in tales of the smp, the masquerade. we see that within sir billiam’s mansion is the egg. and it does the same thing it does now, taking people under its control to kill others for it to grow.

we can also see it’s the same size as it is now. one singular egg can’t just sit there without hatching for that long. not to mention that every time we see the egg in a room made for it, it’s dimly lit it may be damp, but there’s rarely any water in there.

here’s what i think is going on with this egg-shaped fungus. it starts off small only growing from whatever remains it can get, when it gets to a certain size it has enough energy to release spores out to what or whoever’s around it in order to control it to get more energy through others, bringing it what ever it can feed on to grow faster. once it grows enough it will “hatch”, opening up and spreading it’s seeds and remaining spores, which i think would be deadly, killing anything nearby so that the growing fungi has something to feed on, and the cycle continues.

there’s some things that i haven’t been able to figure out yet, such as why you would take damage when you try to break the egg (maybe poisonous?) or why tommy wasn’t affected by the egg (my guess is he wasn’t around it long enough idk) or how it was able to withstand multiple tnt explosions. but yeah this was just something i though was cool, i haven’t the slightest idea on what they could do with the egg, or how a sentient egg could work in the world of the dream smp.

[tteokdoroki]

hi aali! first, i’m so sorry that your posts have been being flagged :( you’re an amazing writer, and it’s not cool that some people’s responses to that is jealous, vindictive actions.

i know this is a sensitive topic so you obvs don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but i have a couple questions about the community labels/flagged posts, and you’re the nicest person i could think of to ask. i’m new to tumblr and I still don’t really understand the point of reporting posts (barring the obvious, that is), or how reporting/flagging differs from needing a community label. does flagging/labels hide your fics from the tags, or just put them in “limbo” until they can be reviewed by the tumblr gods? are the community labels hurting creators ability to share their content, or do they actually help filter the dash? i’m very very confused, and none of the tumblr-sanctioned guidelines are clear in explaining :(

i hope your day goes well and you get all the positive vibes i’m sending your way!! your a ray of sunshine sweet friend, and we’re lucky to have you here 💛

hi baby !!! you’re so sweet am giving you hot chocolate and a warm blankie for the winter season!!!! you’re so cute cries wails !! SORRY FOR THE LONG POST

so !! community labels are still very much a new thing and not a lot of people know about them. i guess when you start tumblr nowadays, all community labels are automatically turned on — meaning any post/content with a community label will be hidden from your view. meaning, people who don’t know about the labels, don’t know to turn them off, and are kept from seeing posts from people they follow that have them on!!

it’s to be noted that posts with community labels still go into main tags but can only be seen by people who have turned ‘hide community labels’ off.

the issue for a lot of writers or artists like myself, is that there seems to be no review system for when people misuse the community label reporting feature. you can say anything and 9/10 the post will get flagged with one. getting your post reviewed for the removal of the label doesn’t seem to do much either, you often get stuck with it.

i guess it does put posts into a limbo because from experience, anything i’ve posted now with a community label gets little to no interaction whatsoever — it hurts creative accounts in a way because interaction here is so low as it is, with a label it just gets even more demotivating. there’s legit no difference between labels and flagging, it kills interaction.

i can see why tumblr implemented the system, to protect people from seeing possible triggers or maybe minors ( who aren’t supposed to be on the app lol ) but it’s still a very shit system, not very well thought out imo. anyways !! sorry for the rant and i hope this somewhat helps 🥺 have a nice day beautiful <3

[touy-touy-two]

random hc:

-///-

sleepy edition

dabi:

- he just kinda zones out when he’s sleepy. you can talk to him but his mind is elsewhere.

- he has night terrors so he tries to avoid sleeping as much as he can. it’s pretty easy for him tho, he struggles to fall asleep.

-if he’s been doing well, he can sleep but keeps waking up throughout the night because of nightmares

-if he hasn’t, he goes without sleeping for a couple days. but he has to sleep eventually. so he ends up collapsing and sleeping for hours.

- he listens to music as he’s falling asleep. which takes hours.

- he can’t sleep if it’s not completely dark. even the light from his window doesn’t let him sleep. he has suuuuper dark curtains now tho.

-sleeps on his stomach without a blanket. blankets are too warm. plus, he moves a lot in his sleep so it would end up on the floor anyway

- sleep talks when he’s stressed

toga:

- cute sleepy. yawns a lot and rubs her eyes cutely. if you’re near her she’ll want you to cuddle her

- likes to watch satisfying videos or asmr before sleeping

- hums or sings herself a lullaby. imagining a mother singing to her

- she’s a light sleeper

- sleeps on her side cuddling one of her many pillows

- covers her ears with her blanket. sounds wake her up easily and she gets paranoid when she hears noises, thinking someone is gonna get her

- she’s kind of scared of sleeping alone, she’s paranoid hero’s will get her while she’s asleep

- she can lucid dream. she learnt to do it because she was tired of always having bad dreams

tomura:

- gets kinda cranky. don’t talk to him, he wants to sleep.

- doesn’t dream. he used to when he was very little but now he just... can’t

- stays up playing video games until 3 am. he likes to play games like star dew or animal crossing to get him sleepy

- if he doesn’t fall asleep on his computer or in his chair, he sleeps on his back

- when he falls asleep he does not move, he just...stays like that all night

- he needs to have a light on in his room. so sometimes he just keeps his tv on all night

- has a corgi plush. he takes such good care of it

- talks to his corgi about his day. it’s nice to have someone to talk to. makes him feel a bit less lonely...