#srry for the rant i’m just!

[achilleslyre]

gawd my dysphoria has been so bad lately but not for any outward appearance but literally just the fact that i still have my ut*rus uhm GTFO!!!!!! GET OUTTA HEREEEEE NOBODY LIKES YOUUUU i literally don’t even get affected by it anymore bc of hrt but the fact that it’s just in there makes me so sick and disgusted like LEAVE just rot away and die!!!! GRRRRR GET OUT. i think i’m gonna start looking into getting a hysterectomy because i think OHIP covers it at least partially? i’m gonna start looking into it anyways bc it’s literally been keeping me in a deathhold these past few months like. it’s always on my mind it’s debilitating.

[mal3vol3nt]

it is crazyyyy seeing ppl go all the way back to ITSV and trying to find things to hate about gwen even then.

like in atsv, she is a realistic portrayal of a traumatized teenage girl who doesn’t know what to do with everything that’s happened to her and therefore ends up leaning on and trusting the wrong people. she made mistakes and was more human, but y’all didn’t like that. people HATED her for her mistakes and went out of their way to portray her as some sinister person while simultaneously simping for and loving up on male characters who’ve made similar if not worse mistakes.

in itsv, she comes off as a badass who rarely slips up. this is mainly because we’re seeing her from miles’ point of view and he very obviously has a crush on her so…. like duh. point is, in that movie gwen is an extremely capable superhero who is pretty and a lil traumatized but it doesn’t interfere with what she’s able to accomplish in itsv. she doesn’t make many mistakes in terms of her abilities or her relationship with miles because throughout the movie she’s slowly opening up to the idea of allowing herself to get close to people. therefore, she doesn’t yet have a friendship with him since her arc consists of her cold exterior melting away so she can let him in as a friend.

by atsv logic, itsv-gwen is the far superior and should- be-likeable version for some people since she’s a female character who is badass and doesn’t seriously fuck up or have any perceivable flaws (beyond the flatness that inherently comes with). but nooooo. y’all still hate her from that movie too so like… she just can’t win. you don’t like her when she’s an idealized version of herself and you don’t like her when she’s a realistic version of herself. it’s crazy seeing people pick her apart in itsv when most of the time her actions, like every other character’s, were based entirely on the very intense situation of the damn collider. to pick her apart specifically for her treatment of miles (which i don’t even think was cruel or coming from a place of illogical underestimation considering lives were on the line and miles was a very, very fresh-off-the-bite spider) and not the other characters is insaneeeee.

like to use her actions in itsv, which i would argue were logical in the context of the movie’s plot and situation, against her to further prove that she as a person is undeserving of miles in either a platonic or romantic way reeks with a lil something…. something that starts with an m and ends with a y. idk tho it’s on the tip of my tongue…

anywhore i just wanted to rant. not arguing or debating with anyone cus i don’t got the energy.

[reasoncourt]

idk who needs to hear this but you can hate taylor swift without siding with the ai porn guys. disliking her isn’t an act of misogyny but ai porn of her is an act of misogyny despite her whiteness and wealth and power. like this is fr my problem with most ppl who hate her - they just abandon all of their principles when it comes to her. like we do realise she can suck and also not deserve nonconsenual porn made of her right?

[axolozzy]

have a huge headache but cannot sleep and it’s already 2am

my absolute best friend left halfway through the spongebob musical earlier and didn’t tell me, and still has not texted or called or anything or even told me congrats or that i did a good job

i don’t know how to feel. before the show we were super excited and she was hyping me up and then. she just fucking left halfway through and hasn’t said a word at all and i feel sick

like she knew about the musical for 5 months and knew how important it was to me and she was super fucking excited to see it and we’ve been talking about it forever and suddenly she just left, and at the end i was looking for her and wandering where she was since i had no idea, and i found out from someone else she left not even halfway through the show and didn’t tell me

i’m just. i don’t even know what to think and idk if she’ll even show up tomorrow and i just feel like shit. i can’t sleep at all

[bleushark]

ngl i’m getting sick of disaster twins and sunset duo lol. more so disaster twins cuz it’s everywhere !! mikey and leo were the last ones in bad future do something with them!! i never see mikey leo duo i can’t think of a single example from the fans

[milaghoul]

This is taking way longer than I want it to, but considering how much more I gotta do and how long it’s definitely gonna take me, I throw this wip into the void 🤙

[bbq-potato-chip]

when the fandom is bad but the source material is also extremely flawed

[autistic-katara]

i love writin fics 🫶🏽

same :3

i havent done it in a while tho :/

[noirewaves]

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[alizachan]

Today i will teach yall about why society is fucked up over where i’m at

For example 

Tw: r*pe

Who…the fuck..

Thought it was a good idea..

TO MAKE TODAY FUCKING NATIONAL R*APE DAY!? WHOEVER THOUGHT OF THAT YOU ARE JUST FUCKED UP

[ghysry]

Hii! Idk if ur requests r open, I’m sorry if there not, but I had an idea :3

I’m kinda obsessed with Brisket Five…and all the diner fives. Srry if this makes u uncomfortable but maybe a smut with Brisket Five?? IF NOT just some nice fluff would be nice. Something like Brisket hasn’t seen us and we died in his time line or something-so he’s just all over reader <3 Ty!

ERMMM I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WRITE SMUT I AM SO SORRY

Pairings: Diner Fives, all obsessed with you, kisses everywhere, BRISKET FIVE *lick emoji* x Reader

Tags: brisket five, diner fives, Five Hargreeves, Five x reader, Five Hargreeves x reader, smut, can't even say this is smut, I swear I tried my best bro, did I forget SMUT

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"Can't choose between us? Just choose all of us."

Well this certainly wasn't what you thought would happen after stepping into a random diner you found. You and Five had a fight about something stupid which led you to pettily step out of the subway and find yourself another place to go, which also proved your stupidity because only halfway off did you remember that it was a time subway and not a normal subway. Good god. Now you're here in the booth seat with your back on the cushion as you laid there and a Five that looks way cuter than the one you had a fight with kissing all over your face ranting about how much he's missed you.

"Mm..missed you, where have you," he kisses your right cheek, before trailing down to your jawline and pressing hefty kisses on your skin. "..been?" He had his legs on either side of you as you laid, making sure not to put too much weight on your body while one of his hands were messing with your hair and the other propping himself up. "Brisket Five are you done? Some of us want a turn, and I thought we agreed an hour per person?" Another Five in the background called out, folding his newspaper and rolling his eyes at the display of affection, knowing he himself would probably do something even worse, if not for all the people in the diner.

Brisket Five shrugged his shoulders, or tried his best to shrug his shoulders, before diving back in and pressing his nose on your neck, relishing in the familiar scent of your body. "Don't you ever die on me again.."

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Who knew so many of them would be into voyeurism?

"Fuck--huff...ugh," This Five was a lot more vocal than the others that came before him, and a lot needier too. His hands were touching all up on your body, squeezing your breasts and dipping down to bite at your skin while he was still pumping in and out of you.

Literally every Five needs you carnally, WHATTT WHO SAID THATTT

"Don't ruin them, it's my turn after you." While another Five is watching you go braindead over some cock, his hand on his crotch and pressing down on the bulge, hissing at how painfully hard he's gotten.

You cried so prettily while Brisket Five was deep inside you that he came twice in the span of thirty minutes. Literally can't help it, would cum ten times if he could, you're just so pretty.

You find it a weird turn on when some of them are so needy and untouched that they cum in minutes..which is almost all of them..WHOO WROTE THAT, THAT WASNT ME

Some of them huff and pant and whimper like dogs in heat. Confirmed.

"Missed you.." while Brisket Five is bottoming out inside you

Aftercare is literally HEAVENLY

Kisses all over your body, warm blanket for good measure, lots of "you did so well today", then being wiped clean by a wet towel

You're fed a whole lot of food after it's insane

Trust me. They'll do anything for you.

[nocomforthere]

I just want to remind everyone that everyone being on your side doesn’t mean nothing is being censored. People disagreeing with you and your being banned from different platforms for inappropriate and, quite frankly, toxic remarks and comments is not censorship.

I get that people want to believe they are always in the right (we’re all guilty of it, it’s a human trait), but sometimes you aren’t. Sometimes the problem is you, not some higher power.

Sometimes your platform isn’t taken away because the people in charge don’t like your opinions, sometimes it’s because your platform and the things you say on it genuinely have a bad effect on the vulnerable and insecure people who interact with your content.

You cannot create a community on an app that only has the opinions you like on it and then claim there’s no censorship. Censor ship is not just your feelings being hurt because you said horrible things and got punished for it.

Sometimes you’re the problem, plain and simple. That’s fine. I’ve been the problem tons of times (albeit not to this extent), and the difference between people who get to move on from that and the people who don’t is self realization. You can’t apologize until you are sincerely sorry for what you did, and certainly not until you understand just what you did. And it’s not up to you whether or not you get to move on.

If you got banned from a platform and think it’s because of your opinions, it’s most likely not. It’s probably because you said something that hurt or endangered someone. Because you didn’t comply with the TOS and the messed up ideologies you preached preyed on people who were so hurt by whatever is going on in their lives that they were grasping at anything that would comfort them.

It might not be censorship. Sometimes it’s the consequences of hurtful actions and words you put out there.

Think about your opinions before you express them in front of tons of people, please, it’s so much easier than getting stuck in these situations. It’s not a matter of being PC. It’s a matter of making sure people aren’t being hurt by what you said.

[eddiesghxst]

best friend! steve x best friend! reader and steve is talking ab how he didnt get laid on his date and reader is like “i can do it”

LMAOO poor stevie, i’ll take one for the team i guess🤭

18+ — MINORS DNI

contains: oral (m recieving), p in v (unprotected - don't be stupid), and steve's big d!ck

word count: 1.9k

(this is def not proofread srry)

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Steve has been ranting for ten minutes straight.

You’re laid on his bed, head resting at the foot of the mattress and legs sprawled out to where the soles of your feet just barely brush against Steve’s thigh. You had originally come over to watch a movie, but you got dragged to his room, and ever since you sat down on his bed, Steve’s mouth has been running, complaining about his current dry spell.

“I mean really, I don’t mean to toot my own horn here, but I don’t remember it ever being this hard to get fucking laid,” He complains as you quietly entertain yourself with imaginative shapes in the ceiling. “I’m dying, man, it’s ridiculous.”

And you’re tired of hearing your best friend complain about his lack of pussy, you want some popcorn and you want to watch the movie. So, before you can fully register your thoughts, you’re already spitting out a suggestion, “I can help.”

Steve glances at you, watching as your folded hands rest against your steadily rising stomach, “We’ve already tried that, your advice doesn’t work.” He points out. You roll your eyes, craning your neck to look at him as you flex your foot and press against the side of his thigh, ignoring when he bats you away, “No dummy. I mean I can help you.“ 

You lay your head back down, wriggling your feet as if you hadn’t just suggested you fuck each other and Steve is… well Steve’s not sure what to say.

You sit up to lean on your elbows and glance at Steve, raising an eyebrow, “You didn’t die did you?” You joke. Steve shakes his head as you shuffle to your knees and begin crawling over, “No I… I’m just…” He swallows heavily when your hand rests against his thigh, fingers gently squeezing as you lean into his space.

“A-are you sure?” He asks. “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t, Stevie.” You confirm, gently batting your eyes at him as a sickeningly sweet smile spreads across your lips.

Steve curses, gaze flickering to your pretty lips before surging forward to press his lips against yours. It’s not the first time you and Steve have kissed, there've been a handful of drunk nights where you shared a few harmless pecks here and there, but nothing of this manner.

It’s never been passionate enough to have Steve pulling you by the hips to drag you onto his lap or good enough to have you moaning as you stuff your fingers into his brown hair. Your knuckles curl into the roots and Steve moans, leaning forward into the kiss until you’re giggling against him, sneaking a hand between the two of you to palm at his crotch. “You’re already hard, Steve.” You point out.

“Did you think I was lying when I said I’ve been living like a repressed nun?” 

You laugh, “No I just… I thought I’d have to work for it a bit, I guess.” You shrug as your fingertips curl around the hem of his shirt, pulling upwards and removing the thin material from his frame.

You’ve seen Steve shirtless many times from countless summers spent at the pool and countless nights sleeping over. You’re well aware that Steve is gorgeous, and you’ve always wanted to do more than just admire, and now that you’ve got the chance, you don’t waste a second to run your hands over his chest. Your fingers curl against the patch of hair covering his chest as you kiss him again, grinding against his bulge and moaning.

Steve’s big hands are on your waist, eagerly squeezing before making his way down your back. He’s hesitant as his hands round over the fat of your ass, but you grind back against his touch as a way of encouragement. His fingertips dig into your ass before he moves his hands lower to slip up under the tiny shorts you have on, groaning at the sensation of your warm skin against his hands.

“Fuck, Steve, that’s really hot.” You breathe against his lips. “Yeah?” He hums, pushing your ass down to grind you against his dick. “Yeah… I wanna taste you.”

Steve’s cock throbs at your words and he mumbles a curse before nodding, pulling away from you to hastily shove his sweats down as you shuffle to settle between his legs. You quickly remove your shirt, giving Steve an eyeful of your tits sitting prettily in your bra. He palms himself over the thin material of his boxers as you shuffle closer, situating yourself between his spread thighs.

Your fingers brush against his when you reach out to dip your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, eagerly tugging them down to release him. Steve moans as you pull the boxers down, stiff cock slapping against his tummy once it’s freed from the thin cotton material. 

“Holy shit, Steve,” you whisper, eyes wide and lips parted as you gaze down at his cock, hard and already leaking with excitement. You glance up at him before looking back at his dick, “I guess the King Steve rumors were true…” You mumble, ignoring Steve’s breathless laugh as you drag a finger up the length of his cock. Steve’s breathing is slowly rising as he silently watches you touch him, circling your fingertip around his aching tip to smear the sticky precum around.

You giggle when he visibly twitches from your touch, “Excited?” You tease. “Fuck you,” Steve breathes, moaning when you finally wrap a hand around him.

You smile, watching as his face twists in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to stroke him. He slowly thrusts up into your hand, working to meet your strokes in tandem as breathy moans tumble from his lips. You watch in awe as he melts into the pleasure, “God, you really are pent up, Stevie.” You point out, gently pulling Steve’s attention to open his eyes and watch as you wriggle to lay down on your stomach.

You pause your stroking to spit into your palm before resuming the task, humming at the sinful shlicking sound of his wet cock in your hand. You admire the sight in front of you; Steve’s thighs, hairy and toned, bracketing you in with his cock standing tall, firm, and achingly flushed before you. Your gaze drags up the expanse of his heaving chest to fall upon his flushed face. His lust-blown eyes excitedly watch as you lean forward to drag your wet tongue up the underside of his cock, lewdly humming at the taste as you wrap your lips around his tip.

“Oh fuck,” he pants, head falling back against his headboard as his eyes squeeze shut. “I can’t believe this is fucking happening.” He breathlessly mumbles, tuning back in to watch as you pull him out with a crude pop, smacking your lips open to stick out your tongue and slap his sticky tip against it a few times before swallowing him once again.

Steve is big, filling and stretching your mouth so much to where you can already tell there will be an ache in your jaw afterward, but you don’t care. What you can’t fit into your mouth, you make do by simultaneously stroking with the rhythm of your movements.

It doesn’t take long before Steve’s hands are in your hair, softly tugging as he moans out, “I’m gonna cum.”

You pull off of him with a wet gasp, strings of spit and cum sticking to your lips and falling to cool against Steve’s wet hips. You languidly stroke his throbbing cock as you shuffle up onto your knees, a swollen smile bracing your lips as Steve pants beneath you, gazing up at you on hunger.

He nods down to your waist, “Take them off.” 

You waste no time following his orders, wiggling out of your shorts and tossing them somewhere in the room. Steve leans forward to kiss you, hands sneaking behind you to unclip your bra and shuck it off with the rest of your clothes. You’re only left in your panties when Steve pushes you back to lay against his pillows, legs falling open to welcome Steve as he leans over you for a sloppy kiss.

He palms your tits with one hand as the other strokes his cock, mumbling against your lips, “Gonna let me fuck you?” 

He presses himself against your clothed center, both of your moaning at the sensation as he rubs against your covered clit. You eagerly nod in response, fingers tugging at his curly hair as he reaches down to pull your panties aside. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” He whispers to himself before running his thumb over your aching clit. You pathetically moan and squirm against him as his name falls from your lips. 

He kisses you again, thrusting his hips forward to run his cock through your wet folds. He slaps his dick against your pussy a few times until you’re mewling in pleasure and agony, “Please, Steve. I didn’t tease you.” You whine.

Steve chuckles, “I know… you’re right, I’m just being mean.” He says. He holds himself up with one hand beside your head as he pulls away just enough to glance down between your bodies, brown curls falling over his face as he watches himself drag his tip through your folds once more before lining up at your entrance. He pushes in achingly slow, looking back up to watch as your face is masked with a look of pleasure.

Your thighs shake as he bottoms out, and Steve groans above you when your wet walls clench and swallow him whole, “O-oh my god, Steve… holy shit, you’re so fucking big.” You breathlessly moan.

You’re already pulsing around him when he begins thrusting into you, sloppy wet slapping noises filling out the space around you as each thrust pulls moans from both of you. You’re not sure you’ll last long, the feeling of being so stretched out and filled with your best friend's cock has your head spinning until you’re nothing but a moaning mess.

You think you lose sense of time as Steve fucks you because you only come back to earth when you’re teetering on the edge and hear Steve’s gravely voice in your ear, “You’re so good to me,” he pants, “Such a good friend, letting me fuck this tight little pussy of yours.” 

You whimper, nails digging into his arms as the band in your tummy begins to snap, a long string of moans and curses pouring from your chest as you cum. “Fuck yes holy shit I’m gonna cum.” Steve moans.

Before you know it, Steve is pulling out of you and spurting thick ropes of cum against your tummy and pussy, cursing and moaning as he jacks himself off the rest of the way. You’re breathless and hazy as you watch him, squirming at the sensation of his warm cum on your skin and his hot fingertips digging into your thigh.

Steve is panting as he looks down at you, taking in the sight of the white sticky release glistening against your pussy, some of it seeping into the thin material of your panties. He breathlessly chuckles, glancing up at you as join in and ask what he’s laughing about.

Steve shakes his head in disbelief and lets out a short laugh, “We should’ve done that a long time ago.”

[iheartalotofthings]

Thinking and comfort

paring = neteyam x fem!reader

genre; fluff, tooth. rotting. fluff | warnings: a bit cringe, pet names yea idk if there’s more let me know | tiyawn: love, snonivi: hammock, muntxa: female term for mate | i’m new to this so i’m srry if it’s rlly bad 😭.

credits: @idiotjayden

You and Neteyam every night would cuddle up in your snonivi. Neteyam would cradle your little head in his arms. He normally stayed up until he saw you fall asleep. He wanted to sleep peacefully knowing that his muntxa was resting comfortably.

Today was no different. You were cuddled up to him, just talking to him about your day. He loved hearing you talk. This was one of his favorite parts of the day. Even though it didn’t seem like it, he loved your stories.

you continue to rant and talk his little ear off then you suddenly stop talking.

He smiled. Neteyam loved it when you would get silent in the middle of talking about something, it meant you were so comfortable around him. The longer you stayed silent, the more his heart would beat. After some time, he would try to get you to talk again

“My muntxa, is there anything bothering you? You aren’t very talkative all of a sudden.” he would ask, slightly sounding worried.

“no..no i’m okay ..” you said to him lying not wanting to worry him,

you hated when he was so concerned about you even though it made him a good . mate you didn’t wanna stress him out it like he have the weight of the world on his shoulders right now.

“I know when you lie.” He muttered under his breath,

still holding you. He seemed to want to cuddle you more, he pulled you into a tight, loving embrace. The way his arms completely wrapped around you is everything you wanted. It was comforting.

you start to zone out your face scrunching a little as you are deep in your thoughts now wondering if you annoy him in any short of way.

“neteyam?” you called for him in a low voice

“Yes, my muntxa?” he answered with he soft loving voice as always.

“do i annoy you ?” you ask him starting to overthink that you being talkative bothers him in any type of way.

He seemed shocked, he had to take a moment to respond. After a bit he responded,

“Why would you annoy me? You know, you’re the main thing in my life. Everything I do is for you.”

He said, slightly stroking your hair.

“I never get annoyed when I see your pretty face.”

you nod and smile a little still overthinking a little bit

He notices this and strokes your chin until you look at him.

“Did something happen?” He asks, still looking very worried.

“Please tell me, I can’t stand when you’re upset.”

“no..no no i’m okay” you say frowning a bit not wanting him to worry about you

“Mmh..” he said, not believing you but still respecting you.

“Well.. you don’t seem okay.” He said, still caressing your cheek.

“You promise you’re not hiding anything from me?”

“i promise .” you say getting it together not wanting him to worry anymore

He sighed and squeezed you again,

“Okay. You better not be lying, ya’ know.” He said, still caressing your face and stroking your hair.

He wanted to tell you how much he loved you, and he wanted you to say it too..

you nod again zoning out once again.

He notices this and gets worried, he pulls himself away from you and starts to get you to talk to him.

“My svein , you seem stressed. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

well you weren’t stressed and.. nothing was really wrong you were just suck in your thoughts.

“no im okay, i swear.” you say softly to him calming him down a bit.

“You sure?” He asked a little bit, clearly still worried.

“Your face is making a funny expression, my beautiful muntxa. So I’m thinking the opposite of what you’re saying.”

you chuckled a bit at his worried state,

“yes im sure. i’m okay!” you say to him rubbing his shoulder to calm him.

He sighed, “You are so stubborn.”

He muttered under his breath. Even so, he loved you with all his heart. He was going to make sure you never cried, or even frowned.

you nuzzled your face into his chest a little moving and wiggling trying to get comfortable.

He laughs slightly as he notices this, “What are you doing?” He asks,

he keeps his arm wrapped around your body and his other hand still stroking the back of your head. He seemed a little amused by this but also very curious.

“getting comfortable duhh” you say to him while wiggling even more.

He laughed, “Well, I’m glad you are comfortable.” He says,

continuing to caress the back of your head.

“Do you want to sleep? Or can we just stay in this position, snuggled for a bit longer?” He asks, his voice was soft.

“whatever you want my love” you hum softly

He couldn’t help but smile at this remark. “This is very comfortable, I think we should stay here for a little longer. That’s what I want.”

The feeling of your body pressed up against his soothed him a little. The feeling of you breathing and your heartbeat made him relax.

neteyam continues talking about how his day went and other things. His hand continued to play with the sides of your face,

“are you enjoying this tiyawn? Being so nice and warm with me.” He chuckles a little bit. “I feel like you could fall asleep like this, right now.”

But when he looks down he already sees you asleep peacefully.

His heart melted when he noticed that you fell asleep. It was very hard not to admire how innocent and peaceful your face looks. He continued to caress your cheek and neck. He was getting slightly tired too, but decided to stay awake with you a little bit longer. he pulled the blanket over you both. Your body pressed up to him just felt so nice. He fell asleep shortly afterwards.

His mind was filled with images of you and what his life would be like with you in the future. The feeling of your body against his was bliss. The feeling of you being so close to him. Your breaths on his neck. Your heartbeat on his body. It felt like a dream. He wanted nothing more in this world than you, you have made him so happy, his life felt so much better and more colorful now

[blueflipflops]

I saw the post you made about punk-flower and the patch sharing jacket and I just wanted to ask if you have anything specific that you would like to expand on as I plan to write a fic for it!

I’ve been in a writing slump for months now and you’re post just inspired me again finally so I just wanted to see if there were any more headcannons you had for this idea

This is the post I’m referencing btw!

Ignore the terrible crop job lol

Oooooh thats so cool! Sure!! Go for it!!

There's really not much for me to add other than ✨️vibes✨️and like a general direction/idea. But i do have a few so here's what i got so far:

I imagine that Miles was the first one to ask bring up the patched jackets (i don't really know what they're called) thing for like just a conversation starter at first but ended up getting geniunely interested as Hobie rants explains the whole thing. From its history where its originally a practical way of mending clothes but now means more to the punk culture, to how to stitch it in, picking the right jacket for it, etc.

He would explain each patch in his vest, what they represent, and how he got it. (Or Miles would ask abt it idk)

I like to hc hobie as decent enough at sewing to make shody patches with his own design. Its not good good but he's proud of them enough to show it off

Miles couldn't get his mind off Hobie's rant and some of the shoddy patches that looks so rough and like a snap away from leaving Hobie's vest and he can't get his mind off the fact that Hobie made some of his own patches which made him curious enough to make his own designs.

At first it was just drawings and doodles but then he got curious enough to try embriodery stuff. How hard could it be, right? He was wrong. Embroidery is very hard. (This coming from me who does embroidery for fun) But the learning process was fun enough that he continued on.

Rio absolutely caught him more than once, brings out her sewing kit, and gives him tips and advices like different kinds of stitches and how to fix holes on clothes, happy to have something they can bond over. (Would love to have more Rio content. She deserves the world.)

With his newly aqcuired sewing skills, he offers to fix Hobie's patch that was loose.

Then he showed Hobie the very first patch he made which was a very simple sunflower (or something else if you want) and

Hobie was very normal about that and trying to be casual like: "Can I keep it?" And it flusters Miles like "Uh, yeah, sure. I guess. I mean if you want it—"

Hobie then decided that Miles is his new go-to patch repair guy just so he can spend more time with him

Miles uses a really old jacket from either his dad or his uncle Aaron or heck even from his mom or maybe even from his grandparents. (your pick) Because he knows that you just dont do that on a new jacket! That goes against its whole purpose!!

When he shows Hobie the jacket he intends to patch up, Hobie got so exited that he rips off a patch from his vest and gifts it to Miles to "start him with" or something.

They gift each other patches that reminds them of the other

And yeah. That's it. Thats all I've got haha. Link me up on the fic when (? Or after? Srry idk grammar haha) you get to write it. Really very excited to read how you write my current favorite blorbos!! 💕

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

Ok sorry to bother you but this is a thought that I had at 1:33 am so it might not make sense I could’ve probably posted it in my main but I don’t really have the courage to do it bc I’m scared that I’m gonna get bashed by ppl but if you listen to “no surprises” by Radiohead you see that it’s kind of Hilson coded, soo

If you look at the lyric “such a pretty house, and such a pretty garden” then you could think that House would be the house (surname) and wilson would be the garden

if the garden is pretty then the house looks prettier as well, house and Wilson’s personalities are polar opposites, especially at first glance,without diving into the complexities of their characters. House’s rudeness makes Wilson seem even kinder

also, if we think about back gardens/backyards, and how some houses look completely different on the front and the back, and if we say Wilson’s the house and house is the backyard then we can say that house sees a completely different version of Wilson to everyone else (also that house is looking at Wilson’s ass)

lastly, if we think about a garden, like a really big one, then those can often seem sort of mazelike, just like house’s personality. It seems simple to figure out and leave behind, just saying that he is an asshole all the time, but deeper you dive the harder it is to understand and find your way through

If we think about Wilson as a house then yeah. He seems sturdy and unchanging, but if you look inside you’ll see rooms, and rooms can look completely different from one another. These rooms could represent wilsons thoughts, and how different they can be. I’d like to think there’s a big one dedicated to house

in summary, house is Wilson’s garden and Wilson is House’s house lmao

Anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk

(srry again for ranting in asks im probably not allowed but idk)

i have not a clue who you are but HOLY SHIT MAN/GIRL/WHATEVER THE ENBY ONE IS

this is actually impressive like what

it would also make sense for the time no surprises is ued in the series (please tell me youve finished house or are passed this bit, if you aren't dont read past this or do, idk you might not care for spoilers 😭) because like, when house is in the physc ward, he well obviously misses wilson as its shown he doesn't visit. so yeah, he could be thinking about wilson.

but that whole analysis ON ONE LINE MIGHT I ADD, ONE LYRIC TJATS MENTAL is sososo impressive, if you wanna rant in my/our dms please feel free as I WANNA HEAR MOREEEE

but please dont feel that way about posting on your main, this was actually incredible and it should be posted on your main!! nobody will think less of you, if more, because this was KKWBSKSB /pos